Grace Violet Blood Novels & Stories

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.

She was weeping profusely, her eyes cast downwards, noticing the blood on her hands. But then— suddenly a streak of light fell on her hands. Violet flinched back. She stared at her hands as more light shone down on her skin. "Jis..." (This...) She was trying to understand what's going on when her eyes lifted. Violet forgot to breathe as her eyeballs almost popped out at what she was seeing in the mirror! The beams of light were coming from the punctures in her face; and as she saw them, she felt it... Her bones were healing.

I walk past him, hearing his voice as cold as ice. “Violet is sick, and you’re cursing her like this? Don’t forget the conditions you agreed to when you married into this family, Kenna.” I stay staring ahead at the large, gray hospital building. The pain stabbing my heart like a sharp weapon, overwhelming me. Yes, I had married him because I was in love with him, knowing full well he only married me because my blood type is AB negative, the rarest in the world and can help Violet. The deal was I would have his riches and a lifestyle I wanted in return to donate my blood for the bitch whenever it was required.

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!"

Violet looked towards her and curled her lips sinisterly. " Really? Not when we have something to rely on." She grinned cryptically. Goldie was stunned, and she arched her brows with suspicions. " What do you mean?" Violet winked at Goldie. " What I mean is, you know every lycan has a weakness right?" " Sure." Goldie nodded. " But I still can't comprehend your plan. " " You can't. But you will see." Immediately after her words, Violet brought out something that was similar to a purple colored leaf, and she wiggled it in the air. " I guess you know what this is right?"

“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

My eyes burned, and my vision blurred. Without a word, Cole wrapped a heavy arm around my shoulders, pulling me into the crook of his neck. I didn't fight him. I leaned into his strength and let the tears fall silently against his expensive suit. "She’s strong," he murmured into my hair. "She’ll make it." The ritual lasted over three hours. When the "In Progress" light finally flickered off, I broke away from Cole and rushed toward Matt. "Matt? How is she?" "The grafting was a success, Ivy. We’re moving her to the intensive unit for observation, but the vitals are stable. Once the sedative wears off, she’ll be back in her ward."

Falling Into unconsciousness. The pool of crimson and violet blood ,swirled and mixed at her feet ,just before she fell into it. Her heart beat more rapidly then ,any human could survive. As her blood was being replenished . As she lay what seemed to be lifelessly, her pale skin took on a violet glow. Slowly her limp body began to levitate,off the groaned untill she was 6 foot above the clearing bed. Her eyes opened now as she breathed in deeply . when she opened her eyes,they where not the emerald green they just were.

Maybe it was the weight of the rest of her life that seemed to drop on her shoulders the day she started college. She decided to quickly down two drinks, a little liquid courage was exactly what she needed, tonight she would tell Brandon that she'd had her eye on him all semester. She had spotted him almost immediately after she walked through the door, there was a clear shot of the kitchen in the back of the house from the entryway. He was playing beer pong, it was no surprise his beer pong partner happened to be Macy, a tall blonde super moel type, the cheerleader to his footballer self, the thougth of how perfect they were for each other made her want to vomit. Your worse nightmare bas