Grace Violet Blood Novels & Stories

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

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.

Scarlet’s POV The first time I met Violet, she was like a storm and dangerously close to collapse. Her body was thin, so frighteningly thin, it was as if the life inside her was flickering like a dying flame. Bones jutted beneath her skin, and her cheeks were hollow, but her eyes, eerie, ocean-blue eyes, held an intensity I had never seen before. She was unpredictable, charged like a wire stripped bare, snapping at anyone who dared come near her. No one could approach her except the king. Only his presence seemed to settle the storm, if only for a few brief moments.

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.”