Grace Violet Blood Novels & Stories

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

Blood. My stomach twisted as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, and then I saw her. Violet. She was bound and kneeling on the cold ground, her head slumped forward. Her once-perfect hair was a tangled mess, matted with sweat and traces of blood. Deep bruises marred her delicate features—her left eye was swollen shut, her lip split, and dried blood trailed from her temple to her chin. Her dress was torn in several places, exposing raw, scraped skin beneath.

He has just given me the dress and then he has disappeared, choosing to not see her dead. Sighing, I lower my head and feel pain squeezing my heart all over again. Stefan is wrong, accepting doesn’t help…it only makes me sadder. I move past Cassius and Stefan and make my way to Violet’s casket. It’s black in colour and its insides are of maroon colour. There are flowers placed all around it, leaving a small space to walk forward and look down at her face. Her face is pale and her lips blue. When I look down at her closed eyes, I feel the pangs of pain hitting my already bleeding heart.

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

I spit blood, which I instantly wiped off. Violet was one of the orphans. She obviously seemed stronger than I was, considering how thick her biceps were. Her name matched her hair color. "I won't forgive you even if the entire Wysteria crumbles. I'll never forget how you got out of the orphanage and left with a smirk on your ugly face," Violet agitatedly said in between her deep breaths. "Why would a woman with a useless wolf live in this pack house? Don't you feel ashamed of yourself? That you're bringing the whole pack's image into ruins?" she consecutively asked.

She continues. A different weight presses down on the bed, and I crack my eyes open, only to find Violet hovering over my body, her red eyes gleaming. I blink, confused. I can feel the sweat sliding down my face. This situation is most likely turning worse because I'm starting to feel delirious. "Violet?" I breathe. She blinks at me. Then, she leans over and buries her face in the crook of my neck. "Wait--" My eyes go wide as she buries her fangs in my jugular vein and begins to suck on my blood. I'm choking on my own blood, gasping.... writhing...

Their family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Chase's mini-empire was also crumbling due to his feud with our family. Lucille still brought him back to the Gervais family. When her father saw him, I heard he immediately shot him in the chest. His injury was way worse this time. Due to overwhelming grief, Lucille lost a lot of blood during childbirth, and her baby didn't survive. In the aftermath of such sorrow, the Gervais family took their anger out on Chase. I heard he was taken back to the Gervais family and severely beaten. In the end, he succumbed to his fatal injuries.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

insulted, V tried to act threatening but was failed by the unforgiving wound on his belly. "I don't know what you are talking about, but I am giving you the truth," she began pacing toward them. "What are you doing?" confronted Marco, but now, fear was in his voice. "Drink that," she said coldly while handing a glass of some sort of weird-looking fluid in it to V. "You're not yet healed and you shouldn't be out of your bed yet. Don't worry, it's not a poison, not a love potion either. You need this to make your recovery fast."