Tanggal Lahir Violet Magic 5 소설 & 이야기

I couldn't even begin to imagine her with a child. “How old is this child?” Havoc turned away. “Her name is Violet, and from what I have been told she’s four.” Four. Iris had a daughter called Violet, who was four. I had been with her for one single night five years ago. “Who is the kid’s father?” I sucked at math. “When's the kid’s...birthday?” Shit. Math might not be my forte but even I could work out forty weeks.

Violet Cooper wiped off the steam on the glass and smiled at herself in the mirror. Today was her 18th birthday. To celebrate, she secretly came to the Royal Vacation Hotel, the best hotel in Zeloth. However, she did not spend any money on a room. Instead, she climbed in through the window. It was still early. Normally, this presidential suite was only booked after 8 pm. Violet felt tired after her shower, so she drew the curtains and decided to take a two-hour nap before leaving. At the same time, Violet's birthday present from the fates was heading toward her room.

The girl said whilst playing with a strand of her long hair. That bitch. She can't be the Luna unless she's his mate, and she isn't. I am. Right? "I'm Violet, by the way." she introduced herself, pulling me out of my thoughts. Violet? Really, wow. "And my hair colour is natural in case you were wondering." Actually I wasn't. I assumed she dyed her hair violet to match her name. "You were born with naturally violet hair?" I thought that was amazing. "Yhup, straight outta the womb." She giggled. She had a cute giggle, I liked her almost immediately.

"She came in contact with a shentuka a few weeks ago, and was unharmed. That's a big indication that she's not ordinary." "It was just one, wasn't it? Warriors were on their way which scared it off," Xavier said, folding his arms. Violet didn't look like a supernatural. The only thing supernatural about her was her peculiar eye color. A magnetic shade of violet that felt like drawing him in no matter how much he resisted.

He also told me that his dragon was a gold color and was probably one of the biggest dragons and oldest dragons on earth. As my dad finished telling me about his lineage, my mother Violet started her story. She told me she was 538 years old and is a witch/wolf hybrid. She told me that her mother was a witch and father was a wolf and that they met at a shopping center in California and fell in love. Even though they weren't mates they decided to mark and become mates and she was the result.

"Huh? W-What's this?" Violet stared at her body in terror. She was aging right before her eyes, but there was nothing she could do about it. "In your words, you're not the only one skilled in mystic spells. Did you enjoy that slap I gave you?" Sebastian asked, grinning. Violet stared at him in abject terror. She had used her signature move to trap Sebastian, and so many people had died from that move! Sebastian was so young! How could a young man who was only in his 20s have been able to break free of her signature move so casually?

In the meantime, he wanted to know what Violet was doing here—and he didn't want to be rude by walking out on her. "She's a touchy one," Violet said, looking down and smiling at Caleb. Caleb was not amused, and did not smile back. "How did you find me here?" he asked. "And what are you doing here? Last I heard, you were living in Sweden." She smiled back. "That was five hundred years ago," she said. "People move around. London is my home now. It has been for the last 200 years.” "Did you follow me here?” Caleb asked. “Is there something you want from me?”

“Normally, I would say yes. However, it appears that the grenade had some Epilo particles in it. The flower’s pollen blocks the effects of magic. It takes anywhere from one to eight hours to take effect, depending on the person's natural affinity for magic. The stronger the affinity, the longer it takes. I can create an antidote, but it won't be ready until tomorrow because of the need for it to steep and set. So, for now, you need to take it easy and don't overdo it. I'm serious, Violet, because the mild case can turn into a severe one. If that happens, we'll have to hospitalize you until we can get a healer to work their magic on you.” Surprisingly, Violet didn't argue or grumble at all li

A storm waiting for her own name, her own myth. And whatever the hell she truly was… we were already hers, bound long before she ever saw us. “Let’s leave, Violet. Don’t tell me you’re already falling for them?” Abigail asked, flipping her hair with that careless mermaid arrogance. Violet jerked like someone slapped her with cold water. “Of course NOT. Are you insane? I’m just waiting for Riven to finish creating my pendant. I’ll be back tomorrow.” She promised with a shrug that fooled no one, not her friends, not us, not the goddess watching from whatever cracked sky birthed her.

As always, everything to the boy with the burgundy hair… seemed too obvious. "Very little...I just remember decorating some flowers and colors" she felt frustrated to admit. "Hum..., well, violet has that meaning, it represents shyness and hesitation too, and depending on where you look, it also represents loyalty." "Nice…" those irises that resembled cut amethysts flickered, as for some reason...it looked interesting to know, to memorize. "Yes, and again, it suits you," he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her.