Ultra Violet Book Novels & Stories

Violet paused when she noticed the name of the book, a slow smirk tugging at her lips. "You’re reading it like you actually understand it," she remarked lightly, amusement dancing in her voice as she crossed the hall and settled onto the couch across from him. Chris raised his gaze from the book and met her eyes. Instead of replying, he simply smiled. "That one’s for beginners," Violet continued, nudging her chin toward the book. A flicker of nostalgia softened her expression as she leaned back on the couch. "It was my first book. Took me almost a year to master it." Her smile deepened as old memories surfaced. She was very young when she embraced her special power, but not by choice. Being

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

The mercury violet light was soft now, bathing the room in a gentle glow. ​"I have one last thing to show you," Damian said, leading me to a small alcove hidden behind the primary pillar. ​Inside was a single, physical book. It wasn't made of Keryon vellum or obsidian. It was paper and ink real, tangible, and fragile. I opened it and saw the chapters we had lived. running my fingers over the pages. "You kept a record?"

He looked down at the woman like she were the sun that crossed the horizon, painting his world with color. For some reason, I felt like I could relate to that. Violet’s blush worsened, and I realized why when she flipped the book over, hiding the cover. “It’s a…love story. The couple on the front are from families that hate each other.” She was so bashful, fidgeting with her hair as she spoke, that I had to know more. Not wanting to overwhelm her further, I opted for the armchair instead of her bed. “Read it to me.”

The air in the Basin was humid, smelling of damp earth and predators. Ivy arrived early with Noah. It was April, the moon was transitioning, and the heat was rising. She wore a slim yellow dress that caught the dappled sunlight, her dark hair falling to her waist like silk. She didn't need jewels. She stood there, and the other she-wolves simply faded. “Look at her,” someone hissed from the Copywriting pack. “Fallen socialite or not, she’s still a Mercer. She thinks she’s too good for the dirt.”

Aria looks untamed. Obsidian hair. Violet eyes. That silver streak near the front catching sunlight like moonlight woven into darkness. And the magic around her? Completely unstable. It coils around her body like it doesn’t know whether it wants to protect her or destroy everything around her. She’s a live wire, waiting to burst. I’m fascinated instantly.

Whatever this is, involves Liberty, and if it involves her, it’s just as much my business as theirs. They both look at Esme. “Were you there, or are you yet to be there?” Christian demands loudly enough to make Liberty jump. “Both.” Esme stares at her hands and whispers her response. “Seriously! What the fuck aren’t you saying?” I jump to my feet, ready to lose my shit, they asked us all to be here but tell us nothing. Zander nods in Uriel’s direction. “You should take a look at this.” Uriel puts the book on the table and my stomach hits the floor. ‘Vampyres or Vampires? – An encyclopaedia of fact, fiction and food sources.’ What the actual fuck?

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

Slowly, the violet light in his eyes flickered and turned a soft, human Amber. "Then... help us... Unplug," he whispered. Behind the 2.0s, Elara saw the true prize of the valley. It wasn't just heat. It was a Library—a physical collection of books and seeds, kept in a pressurized dome that was beginning to crack.

I’m sure I’ll find something about this elusive Ultima on one of the more obscure sites where the werewolf conspiracy theorists hang out. Humans come across these books and websites all the time, but they always make it off as fiction or crazy people living in a fantasy world. It suits us just fine, but that will change soon. I know it. I open the book and look at the table of contents. Far down the list, I see it: * RARE WOLVES *. That must be it.