Grace Violet Blood Novels & Stories

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 tried to warn his son of the danger of the violet poison, but Drake ignored her, he couldn't think straight at the moment and kept attacking everyone who stood in his way. The Moon Goddess had favored the Luna of Violet pack, Viviane Violet, with the violet poison. The poison that could paralyze the enemies in an instance and kill them as soon it reached their heart. Viviane was able to bestow all violet men with violet poison in their claws, which made the Violet pack one of the deadliest packs in the world. One of them managed to scratch Drake’s arm while he was trying to pursue Zack. Leaving a scratch mark on Drake’s skin. But Drake ignored the wound and kept punching whoever came to

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.

Grace teased as she bit her lower lip. Her sudden flush seemed to indicate that she was also aware of the sexual nature of the act. Vampire blood had a highly aphrodisiac quality. In females without the vampire mark, the effect was often a rush of fierce desire; in females like Grace, who were capable of bearing pureblood offspring, the drinking of blood nearly always sent them into a heated sexual hunger that demanded to be slaked. “I’m not what you’re used to,” James told her sternly, the only warning he could think of now. “Don’t think that I’ll be gentle with you. I wouldn’t show you any mercy.”

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.