Fourth Wing Fanfiction Violet Hurt Novels & Stories

I’d lost her and it was true. I'd seen the hope in Violet's eyes every time she looked at me, in the way she'd touched my face this morning, worried about my injuries. And I had kissed her like my life depended on it. I should have seen it coming, seen Nicole’s plan but it was in the past now. I lost Violet because of my own fucking stupidity, because I'd been a coward who couldn't tell her the truth about Nicole, about how it started, about the bet I'd made when I was drunk and angry and trying to forget how Nicole had trapped me in an engagement I never wanted.

Why am I always the one that gets hurt? I pull away from his grip, my face pulsing in pain. Turning away from father, I run out of the room. Bounding down the hall, I reach the familiar opening in the mountain. I do not even bother to take my clothes off as I faze. Violet fog surrounds me as I begin fazing. The sound of fabric ripping fills my ears as I watch my now torn clothes flutter to the ground. I take flight, releasing a powerful roar, causing the trees beneath me to tremble.

Vincent's expression cracked, shame, anger, and disbelief all flickering across his face. Behind him, Grace, pale and fragile-looking, finally spoke. Her voice trembled with practiced gentleness. "Vincent, forget it. Fiona never liked me. She's just upset that I came along; that's why she's saying these things. It's my fault. I should go." Her tone sounded apologetic, but her words only poured fuel on the fire, painting me as unreasonable.

I can only hurt those who are close to me or whom I want in my life forever but nothing is forever in my life. "Why Why I went to exchange words with Violet? Why."I screamed and chugged the empty bottle on the rock.Its tiny pieces scattered everywhere.I cried keeping my head on my knees. I was furious with myself.Evelyn warned me about Violet's feelings for me but I wasn't able to digest and that one mistake brought the most disastrous storm in my life. "Lets go back.I don't want to stay here anymore,it is suffocating me."She told me.Her face looked tired and she was clearly uncomfortable around the alien faces.

LUCIUS’ POV The disapproving whispers in the hall are nothing compared to the roar of my wolf in my head the moment Violet chooses me. My wolf is ecstatic and beyond thrilled. Foolish. What the hell does Violet think she’s doing? Has she lost her mind? As our eyes meet, her expression is tight, controlled, and confident. What is going on in her head? What game is she playing? Two years ago, she made it clear that night she hates me and declared her undying love for Adrian. Worse… she said that once she’s crowned Luna, she’ll do everything to get back at me and even threatened to banish me like my mother.

King of werewolves, Osmund tries to get this position because he can protect Sharmaine. Violet appeared, her body covered with wounds. She was really hurt, when she was abandoned by Osmund, she rushed into fighting vampires non-stop. Violet wants to use pain to forget Osmund's coldness. Violet went down to the stream, she still kept her werewolf form in battle state, the water flowed all over her body Violet, the blood spread to a body of water. Violet weakly breathing, she fought, she wanted to forget Osmund, but this silent love, Violet can't forget.

she asked with quiet hope. "Yes," I said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "And he will love you even more than I ever could." I left her room, but the weight of her pain lingered in my chest. Violet had suffered endlessly at the hands of those who claimed to love her. First, I had betrayed her. Then, Vincent used her. Life had played a cruel game with her. But I wasn’t any different. I loved Emma—but we were never truly together. Something or someone always got in our way.

And then I woke up screaming. Sweat poured from my head. I have been blind before. Vlad had told me it was not him. Maybe Cylde. I buy it. Because I thought it was not him. Damn it, I was too soft and even blind to see what Vlad was really up to. And that was the cruelest part. When I became Violet, the pain was gone. Like I was a new person it had gone quiet. But I wasn’t. The pain was just temporarily forgotten, it had only been suspended.

“You dare accuse us? You dare shame this family? I should strip you of the Beta title right now and cast you out!” Violet’s eyes glistened with tears and I saw the pain in her expression. She wanted so badly to be strong, but their words still pierced her heart. My chest ached for her. “You never wanted me to be happy,” Violet whispered. Her voice broke as she choked on a sob. “And even now, all you care about is power and pride. I thought maybe—just maybe—you could change. But I see now I was wrong.” Tears spilled from her eyes, but she turned and walked away. Her shoulders were stiff. Her head was held high like the Beta she was. She stood strong despite the heartbreak practically written

She took a step forward, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly. “There is no other path, Hertor. I’ve thought about this for a long time before coming to you.” “There is!” I shot back, frustration rising. “There’s always another way that doesn’t involve blood. There has to be.” “Not for me,” Violet replied, frustration threading her voice. “Not after everything he’s done. Not after everything he’s taken from me.” She moved closer, until I could smell her, that mix of strength and something dangerously familiar.