Grace Violet Blood Novels & Stories

Emma The sharp crunch of glass under heels was the only sound in the sudden stillness of the lobby. Everyone froze, All eyes were on a slender lady who walked in, long legs, a black dress that hugged her body, walking over the shattered glass as if it were rose petals. She ignored the debris, her eyes—a luminous, unnatural violet—fixed on Doc. Her presence was a cold shock in the room, like a window thrown open in a morgue. “Raven, what are you doing here?” I asked.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Luckily for me though, Sienna wasn't around when I got in, and after taking a shower, I spent about an hour and some studying and doing assignments before going to sleep and dreaming of beautiful green grass and a barefooted mother and son running in it hand in hand in the morning sun. The first face I saw when I got into class, Virginia. Today, she wasn't in her usual neutral or earth coloured clothes but something else. Something that, on her, seemed a little to bright, even though it wasn't all that bright. It just seemed off. I had no problem with people trying new things, especially not after what Alex told me the previous night, but her bright purple sequined dress just seemed...the on

When Ava saw her cousin and her spirit almost left her body, but she tried to put herself together. Violet's eyes softened and she saw Ava, her lips curled into a genuine but weak smile, Violet's skin was looking pale, which happens when people stay in prison but she hasn't been here up to a month and she's already looking this terrible, it raised concern in Ava's heart, her mouth was bruised, her skin had tiny tiny cut like she was in a fight or something. She sat opposite them and picked the communication telephone, “Hi,” she said with her smile still on.

can do it," she said. "Do what?" Elara asked. "I don't think I can marry Alpha Daven. I don't think I can hurt Elaina like that," Seraphine said. Elara chuckled. "But Sera, you can't do that now. The Elders gave you just a week, and we have already exhausted a few days." Seraphine started pacing. "I have no choice, Elara. I'll have to move on to the next Bloodmoon Brother. Hopefully, he won't have a mate yet." "And what are you going to say to Alpha Daven? I think he knows why we are here." Seraphine understood what Elara meant, but she had no choice. She just couldn't hurt Elaina. "I'll have to tell him that I can't do it. Besides, I'm sure he'll understand," Seraphine said. "Okay," Elara

Violetta pauses. “With all due respect ma’am, I don’t intend to hurt Nova and if you are thinking of telling me their sex I already have my suspicions and I do not care what sex they are. I am immensely attracted to them, but even more so in love with them.” I sigh then under my breath “Cade and Gina are right I just needed to admit it to myself.” “Good! Because Nova doesn’t deserve the hate that they sometimes receive least of all from someone who should be showing them affection!” She pins me with her eyes and I feel like there is more to this that she is not about to tell me.

The faint scent of lavender filled the room. "This is Miss Violeta," Miss Grace said. "My supervisor." "Hello, ma'am," I said, dipping my head politely. Miss Grace's smile widened. "This is the student I told you about. The one I recommended for the Hunts program." Miss Violeta's attention shifted to me. At first, her gaze was casual. Then it sharpened. Her brow furrowed as she studied me more closely, her expression tightening. I shifted under her stare. She stood and approached slowly, eyes never leaving my face.

Grace said proudly as she pushed open a wide glass door, “is my lab. It’s quieter here, and I think you’ll like it.” The space was large, filled with neatly arranged tables, microscopes, and glowing machines. The soft hum of the equipment filled the air. “So,” Grace turned to me, “what do you want to work on today?” I reached into my bag and carefully brought out the small vial of blood I’d taken from Liam. My fingers brushed the cool glass, and I held it tightly for a second before placing it on the table. Grace leaned forward curiously. “What’s that?” “I… found this sample,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I think there’s something wrong with it. I want to study it.”

Violet was already crawling through shattered leaves and ash, her eyes frantically scanning the darkness. “Rhea? RH—” Kael found her. She was standing. Unmoving. Right where the shockwave had thrown her. Her head hung slightly forward, platinum curls drifting slowly in the unnatural breeze. The faint crimson marks along her skin pulsed once… twice… three times… Then faded into a pale glow beneath her skin. “Rhea?” Violet repeated, softer now, afraid. Marek staggered up beside Kael, blood running down his temple. “Something’s wrong…”

I almost mirrored him until Ivy lifted her head. I exhaled sharply, grounding myself before I turned toward Ivy. She still hadn’t moved. She stood in the echo of the altar, arms crossed over her chest, chin tilted downward. But her body vibrated with tension. “Ivy,” I said softly. That broke her. Her head snapped up, eyes locking with mine, and for a heartbeat, just one flicker in the wavering light, I saw it. Violet. Not her usual warm brown or the wolf’s amber. But violet fire, glowing from deep within her irises before fading back into mortal color.