Grace Violet Blood Novels & Stories

My world narrowed to the pull in my chest, the unmistakable call of her presence drawing me forward like a beacon in the dark. I burst through the next doorway, and there she was. Violet lay crumpled against the far wall, wrists bound loosely in front of her, dark hair tangled and matted with blood that looked black in the dim light. Her dress was torn at the hem, stained red where at the base. One side of her face was bruised, the skin already purpling, her lips pale and parted slightly as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes were closed, lashes dark against too-pale cheeks.

Violet said and Hazel furrowed her brows, confused. “Sorry?” “He’s going to choose you” “How can you tell?” Hazel asked slowly, trying not to let her fear get the best of her. “I’m a blue blood, duh“ Hazel inhaled sharply, rubbing her temples where an ache was starting to form. Surely, Violet was just joking, right? But Hazel couldn’t shrug off the fact that blue bloods were known for both their healing powers and their ability to see into the future. Charlotte walked up to the both of them, her signature golden smile tugging at her lips as usual.

She was vulnerable in front of him. He peppered kisses on her neck and then a sharp pain shot through her body and a scream died down on her lips when he sank his canines into her flesh and latched onto her neck sucking her blood. He grunted in pleasure as soon as her blood touched his taste buds. Violet used all her strength to push him but he wrapped his free arm around her waist and jerked her body flushed against his. She was silently weeping pressing her palm on her mouth so not a single noise of pain and heartache left her lips.

Her eyes dropped— And all the air left her lungs. Black rot spread across his abdomen and chest, wrong in a way that twisted the eye—veins branching outward in jagged, creeping lines, dark as decay. They crawled toward his heart. Up his throat. Along his neck—climbing higher. Her hand lifted, hovering just above it. “What is this…?” Violet answered instantly. It surged from her palm—bright, urgent—spilling over the corrupted flesh. The rot recoiled. Skin smoothed beneath her touch—

" Vincent shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I'm not praising myself. My five senses have indeed changed sharper and more drastically. It's just that I'm bloodthirsty and feel helpless if I don't drink blood." Grace's eyes then widened when she heard this confession. "I can also detect diseases through blood; it feels a bit different." Grace awkwardly grinned as if she understood and didn't want to hear too much detail.

She rolled her eyes. "You seen to hate that." I stated, noticing the green her eyes spread with annoyance. "I do...I love both kinds." She sighed, looking down onto her hands. "You can talk to me.." I encouraged her. She smiled, "I'm... connected to both kinds." I could tell she was struggling with her words. "How?" I asked. "I'm Violet Valentine. My grandparents are pureblood vampires." She said, causing me to gasp. "So you are like..mixed?" I asked stunned. "That's so cool!"

Grace also quietly left, perhaps this case should be ended here. 1 Violet Grace walked, she thought this was the first time she could walk on this bridge, several times before she drove over, she could not feel the cool air that this bridge brought. The wind kept blowing and everything seemed to be moving according to its certain laws. People are always so complicated and difficult to understand, because in their hearts there are always dozens of thoughts about themselves and the people they come into contact with. Not only Violet, but every day besides interacting with trainees and corpses, Violet no longer meets anyone else. She worked all day in the operating room, returning home every ho

I asked weakly. I knew my grandfather was rich but how rich, from what I'm hearing now, he must be that rich. "Let me sum it up for you, Violet was just a foundation scholarship student from a poor background who got pregnant for a rich boy, she refused to remove the child and gave birth to him but I had no choice but to train the child because he is still my bloodline,

She grabs Tricia's hair, but it falls off, revealing a bright violet hair, and this time she snaps her eyes open, causing my mouth to hang open. Violet dragon eyes.

She smiled as she reached her gyudon beef bowl and her chopsticks. <><><><> Violet didn't have any sleep, however, she was busy researching for the girl that would be named Hannah Grace with the blood type of AB. She didn't understand why Victor wanted to search for his sister. According to him, she was separated from him when she was six years old.