Grace Violet Blood Novels & Stories

I tell her. She holds out her elbow to reveal a scrape. “I hit it on the bottom of the pool,” Grace says wincing as she touches the wound, some blood rolling down her forearm. She’s still learning the weight of her strength. We stopped taking her to doctors for analysis for obvious reasons, despite the many free offers, but I have always wondered why she is so far advanced. I know she’s of royalty blood, but there has to be more. My eyes become fixated on the singular roll of blood that drips off her arm and lands in my lemonade. “Oh! I’m sorry, mom. I didn’t see I was bleeding,” She says as she pulls her gaze from her also scratched-up leg.

But he felt nothing. Nothing. Just the taste of her blood on his tongue and disappointment, mixed with confusion. Violet was in a daze. She moaned in pain as blood poured from the torn crescents he had carved into her throat, thick, dark, too much. Pnic set it, as he quickly cupped her throat.

Guards scrambled out of my way. Violet sat upright on the thin mattress, face pale, jaw clenched. Blood soaked the sheets beneath her. Her hands shook, but her eyes were sharp. Alert. Alive. Thank the goddess. “I’m here,” I said, dropping to my knees in front of her. Her breath hitched. “You took too long,” she whispered. I opened the box with shaking fingers. “You’re bleeding too much.” “Don’t call the doctor,” she said immediately. “I don’t trust them.”

As always, everything to the boy with the burgundy hair… seemed too obvious. "Very little...I just remember decorating some flowers and colors" she felt frustrated to admit. "Hum..., well, violet has that meaning, it represents shyness and hesitation too, and depending on where you look, it also represents loyalty." "Nice…" those irises that resembled cut amethysts flickered, as for some reason...it looked interesting to know, to memorize. "Yes, and again, it suits you," he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her.

"It was a betterment." "Great," Sir Jason said, before finally destroying the stone. "Let's finish this then.", upon its destruction, Violet seemed to awaken from her trance, and the color slowly returned to her cheeks. Miraculously, she had been restored to full health and she opened her eyes. Violet slowly opened her eyes, and Zack found himself captivated. The most beautiful eyes he had ever seen—a soft, silvery grey, like moonlight reflected on still water—stared back at him from beneath heavy lids. But something was missing. Though her eyelids fluttered and her gaze briefly met his, her eyes lacked the spark of recognition. For a brief second, it almost felt like they were staring throu

And I don’t know why, but my teeth elongate, my wolf demanding to take over and mark Violet if I don’t do it. I don’t want to give him control in front of all these people, so I listen without hesitation. I lean forward and pierce my teeth into Violet’s neck. I taste the copper tang of her blood on my tongue, but I don’t release my bite until her chest heaves and she suddenly gasps for air. I pull back, watching as Violet’s eyes seem to bulge out of her head before she coughs uncontrollably. She ends up moving onto her hands and knees as midnight blue water spews from her mouth, soaking the floor, and I panic as I wonder what has happened to her.

Alec POV: Watching Violet walk down the hall, sashaying her hips deliberately, I pondered Wrath's question; I imagine Violet was beautiful before she was turned into a blood-sucking vampire! Her pale skin and large eyes complimented by her ebony hair, enough to turn any male's head. "Dark hair, pale skin and big eyes.. sounds like your type!" Wrath scoffed. "You forget the part about her being a blood-sucking, entitled piece of shit who thinks she can tell me what to do!"

“Amazing! Your heart beat is too slow to send blood to your main organs but somehow you're fine?!” “I guess your mistress isn't that lame to send you here after all. But where is the bleeding coming from? There doesn't seem to be any major problems so you should be fine for now..” Alaric walked away from the bed and Violet used the moment to struggle but nothing she did worked. A tear rolled down her cheek as Alaric arrived with a wooden box, he opened it, revealing sharp needles in different forms and shape.

Anyone else and they’d lose them both. Even as I stared ahead, I could see that Violet had been drained of color. Her skin was nearly translucent, her eyes so pale that if it weren’t for the ring of ash around her iris, they’d blend into the whites completely. Even her hair had lost it’s color, as though fear leeched away the golden undertone that kept the strands from being pure white. Her eyes scoured my body, burning into my face with ice so cold that it felt hot. I knew what she saw, and I knew how it looked. Blood coated every inch of me from when I’d fallen face first. It even covered her mark on my neck, an unexpected perk that made my death even more convincing. Had I truly died, her

She suspected Ivy might be using her mother to fish for information. "The Ryder boy?" Elaine whispered, a strange look crossing her face. Jane didn't catch the nuance. "What did you need, Elaine? I have surgical rounds in ten minutes." Elaine quickly produced a pink thermal flask. "I brewed a broth. Rare sea-harvest and herbs for the blood. It’s for your health." "My health is optimal, Elaine. I don't need supplements. Give it to Ivy." "Ivy is... made of different stuff. She has no taste for the traditional ways. Please, Jane. Take it. For me."