Fourth Wing Fanfiction Violet Hurt Novels & Stories

He told himself to make her suffer at his hands. Lucian did not know that Violet was thinking about him right now. She was standing at the window, staring at the moon, with tears dripping from her swollen eyes. She felt so sad and hopeless. Her heart was dying at the thought of the person she loved the most, being in another woman's arms. She kept telling herself she had to forget him because she didn't deserve to be with him.

I tossed the phone into the room ready to run to her but stopped in my tracks. Shattered glass surrounded Violet as she sat in the middle, with her knees hugged tightly to her chest, and her black curls sprawled over her shoulders. Her soft skin now cut up on her legs, she then lifted her head to me, the once bright glint in her eyes now replaced with pain. I pushed the glass away from her, holding her into my arms, with her cheeks in my palms as cold tears fell from her eyes to my hands. "It hurts so much" she muttered as she motioned towards her body, her tears spilling out the more. Fuck I couldn't see her like this, her beautiful face was now being marked by a scar on her cheek.

Main Characters: Violet Willow Wade - Luna Queen of the Royal Moonstone Pack (Wolf’s name Willa) Violet is a strong Alpha female, having lost her mother at the age of 5 she was brought up by her father and brother. Her mother had died in a rogue attack and ever since she has seen her brother and father being extremely protective over her. At the age of 19, she is the strongest female warrior in the pack, she has trained all her life because she did not want to be vulnerable or weak in front of anyone. She is very loving and caring in nature and is loved by her entire pack for her gentleness and kindness towards them. She despises old customer especially being sold to someone as their bride a

Why fight when you could sort of have what you wanted in a much easier form. Violet was somewhat dazed, the night and drinks had crept up on her all at once. It felt as though she was floating on air as she grasped at the stranger's arm as he led her outside. His skin was warm to the touch, she could feel the very hardness of his toned muscle beneath her fingertips. She couldn't help herself she was staring at him, she saw no need to look anywhere other than him at the moment. It was the alcohol, she told herself, that had her acting like a complete fool. There was no other explanaion for why she felt completely at ease with this person who's existence she'd only been made aware of in t

But her hand stopped when she finally got the right spot. She saw Carl's three two-foot-long wounds deep into his bones. The wounds seemed to dry up and scab, but blood was still dripping. It was thick, dark blood. It seemed that Carl had been heavily injured by the vultures. He fought so many vultures for her. Violet felt sorry. Her hands trembled as she held the needle. She couldn't do it. But if she were to give up now, her plan would fail. She might not get any news about Whitney.

Ruth growled at her. Keroline flinched back in fear, her eyes brimming with tears and anger. She turned and ran, disappearing into the night. Zenith looked down at Violet, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. Her breathing was still shallow, but she was alive. “Don’t worry, Little bird, I will make sure whoever hurt you will pay double time!” . . Violet began to stir, her body felt heavy, weighed down by fatigue. She felt the softness beneath her and fought the urge to open her eyes, when a voice drifted towards me.

But it wasn’t enough. Varek blurred. One moment he was across the room, the next he was behind her. She spun, hand raised— Too late. SLAP! The hit was brutal, inhuman. Violet went flying backward, her body slamming into the study’s heavy wooden door. The impact cracked the frame. She gasped, clutching her ribs as pain tore through her lungs. Varek walked toward her slowly, boots echoing on the marble floor. “Your kind always amuses me,” he murmured. “So much power, yet so… fragile.”

They would equally find out that we share a mate bond if not his infidelity wouldn't have affected me this much. Violet sighed and hugged me tightly “ I'm so sorry, Bella for all the pain you went through.” I have barely known Violet but she has been nothing but nice, sweet, and caring to me. I was hurting so bad and it seems that her hug stirred up dozens of emotions within me. I curled up in her body and cried again. I know I vowed not to cry again but there was something about Violet rubbing my back and saying comforting words and the cuddles turned on the fountains in my eyes and I let it spill. I sniffled and pulled away from her arms.

“Wow, so miracles are possible.” Again, Violet’s irritation got the better of her and she rolled her eyes with a soft scoff. She so did not have the energy for this. Standing, Violet grabbed her tray. She had forgotten about her wrist, thanks to her irritation with Nolan, and grabbed it with her left hand. Wincing as a flair of pain shot up her arm, Violet quickly switched hands. The beta shot up with a hint of alarm on his face. “You’re hurt, what happened?” Again, her irritation got the better of her. “Are you serious right now?”

She just needed to look better. Violet had her hand to a door handle when she froze. A low noise drew her attention to a slightly open door at the end of the hallway. Pain poked her chest as she tip toed towards the door, the noises becoming more and more recognizable yet incoherent. "Wha…" Violet gasped quietly, eyes widening in shock. Her bright eyes quickly dimmed as anger, hurt, and shame toppled over her, making her knees go weak. The pain in her chest had gotten worse now, aching greatly as she watched her supposed mate banging Jenedeith, and moaning in pleasure.