Grace Violet Blood Novels & Stories

Violet shouted, her voice growing increasingly strange “At least you can still proudly say you’re the parents of the most beautiful woman in all the packs…” Her triumphant speech was suddenly interrupted. And not because her parents stopped her, or because Noah, Aurora, or Atticus attacked her. No, her words came to an abrupt end because she had a coughing fit. So strong and sudden that her body bent forward, her back arching as her body seemed to try to expel something… But all that came out of her mouth was a gush of blood that covered her in darkness. Dark blood, very dark. Almost black, like…

As he came to his senses, he started looking around, sniffing. I instantly hid the blood in my hand, covering it with a bandage so the stench wouldn’t linger in the air. Just when my head looked up, I met George’s gaze. Both hesitance and worry danced around in his eyes. “Morana, are you o—” “Ah!” Before George could even finish his sentence, we both turned to Violet, who was clutching her arm beneath her sleeves. Crimson blood began staining the fabric of her sleeved dress, clashing with the bright color of her clothes.

The phrase from the contract came back like a hand closing around her throat. Compromised by Cain blood. Theodore saw the moment she understood. His face sharpened. “No.” Violet’s eyes lifted to his. “That’s what this is.” “No.” “Yes.” Her voice came out steadier than she felt. “If I acknowledge Verity’s claim, they can argue I’m connected to Cain blood.” Theodore looked toward the door. Alistair’s silence confirmed it. Violet’s stomach turned. The old man had not failed to destroy the box.

- Violet walked back to her father’s altar to talk. Her father died in a traffic accident when she was only 11 years old, because of shock, so after a year later her mother also fell ill, comatose and currently being treated in the hospital. Therefore, Violet has been working as a milk delivery person for 3 years now, she always tries to deliver as much milk as possible because this is her only source of income, her salary is used to pay for school fees and hospital bills for her mother.

A thick, dangerous aura emanated from Violet's body. It made me tremble and panic, but I couldn't help but watch Mira in danger; looking at Violet's eyes, I guessed she wanted to kill Mira. "Do not… harm… her," I said intermittently. Violet pushed me away with her foot, still resolutely walking towards Mira. Suddenly, she pulled out her claws and dug into Mira's chest; quickly, all 10 of her fingernails were dyed with bright red blood. I screamed in horror. "NO!"

Seeing his beloved woman shining so brightly, Alfred widened his eyes perfectly until his mouth opened wide. "What about my appearance?" Violet asked, tossing her dress to seduce her lover. Alfred slowly stepped closer to him, then stroked his head with a twinkle in his eye. "You look like a real violet." "But the violets are purple, and the dress you chose is pink." “I deliberately chose pink because it has a symbol full of love and affection. While the purple color, many people say, has a bad meaning. Therefore, instead I chose that color, and I also indirectly gave you a code that I love you very much, Violet."

“But how is that even possible? I only experienced the effects of bloodlust because of my hybrid nature. Violet is merely a wolf.” Dmitrius shook his head and struggled to collect himself. “No. Vampire blood is not just used for its medicinal properties. At times, it can often be found on the black market as a secret aphrodisiac. While you were able to heal her wounds, you triggered her arousal.” I glanced back down to look at Violet. Her lips parted and her breaths were coming out in short, labored pants. Her condition looked like it was worsening by the moment. What the hell could I possibly do? There was no way I was going to be able to alleviate the pain and discomfort she was feeling wh

"This wasn't our initial plan. We need a Luna who would be strong enough to give you an heir and look after you. Each day that passes, your lifeline reduces.” “She was meant to be used for a ritual to cleanse you, right? What happened?” Vee asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why didn't you use your mate for rituals, huh? That's none of your business; just stay in your lane. The last time I remember, you all were in charge of my pack and not my private life." “A quick note to you all. Violet is from a royal blood; her father is the late Alpha of the Moonlight Kingdom. Before her mom remarried Damien, who took over the pack. She is of royal blood.”

It just feels meaningless. "No." I protested as I removed her hand from my chest and took a step back. "Violet is a natural color while purple is an unnatural pigment. Her eyes are natural." Were. "Forget it, Zo. I am done talking about her." She exhales a deep breath in annoyance and tries to take one more step towards me but I immediately took two back.

Zoe’s hand trembled as she held the pendant in front of her, the vial inside now fully visible. The cool glass was small, but it held something powerful - something ancient. Her heart raced as she carefully removed the vial from its delicate casing. The blood inside was a deep, dark crimson, swirling with a strange, almost hypnotic energy. Zoe could feel the pull of it, the lure, the hunger.