Violet Baudelaire A Series Of Unfortunate Events Novels & Stories

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.

Her hands dance in that complicated pattern again and all sound seems to deaden around us and I realize that she’s somehow put us in a silencing bubble. “This spell won’t last long and it’s easily broken, so listen. Vaedra is my half-sister. She recently took over the throne and her biggest goal is to find Lucifer and use him to take over the supernatural world. That bread and salt you ate will only keep you safe for so long. We have to get out of here and warn your people.” Maisie’s words are about as welcome as an ice bath on a Minnesota winter’s day. “Fuck!” Violet swears sharply.

Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.

“Don't tell me..” “Revenge. Baddley descendants are still alive. I'll kill them especially that bastard that killed me!” Poison turned to the door, “If you insist then you can leave but you'll never be able to step feet in my mansion ever again.” Violet quickly came back to her senses. Many years had passed. Revenge was useless. The most important thing was to pick her life back up. “I..” Violet stared down at her fingers, “T-that was a slip of tongue, I'm definitely not going to do that!”

Dalyla was ahead of Violet, overseeing her fellow dead from The Bastion's gates amid the flames Rabiah had left behind. A soul stepped between Violet and her goal. "You," Violet fumed, recognizing the same enormous brute who kidnapped her at Toreva. "We have unfinished business." The hollow eyes remained unresponsive, but he raised his sword and tried to strike Violet. She jumped to the side, colliding with another dead one. She tried to stab Violet, too. Three more joined in, surrounding Violet. The moment of distraction was over. Violet parried the blows with her bow. Small notches of wood chipped out of her bow with each strike. Raegan screeched overhead. She was circling. Violet tried to

she asked as she took that long red hair to curl around her finger "what do you want me to do? A war against the archduke's family?" "No dear...worse" a mischievous smile invaded her lips, one that would be unusual on the face of a child of that age "villains are not just people who cause blood...they are people who also cause agony, social isolations, an emotional hell. ..." the tone became velvety at that moment, one that completely fit with that image, the image of someone telling his Machiavellian plan "all you need to do, my dear violet... is see a way to bring the sea of fire to him."

Violet (POV) Heyy let me introduce myself I'm Violet Hope Rossi, A 16 years old girl who had it tough in life but I'm not complaining. I've also been known as Angel a great-known assassin...and Raven the best hacker alive. Right now I'm getting ready for another mission so I can get some money. To buy me some food. When I was younger, I remember my so-called "mother" was still happy and somehow caring, but now she's abusive and her hatred towards me grows more and more each passing day. She was a good mother until I was 7 years old.

Violet sighed and said, "I promise aunt Ree" "Dangerous things are in these forests and I don't want you getting hurt okay?". "Okay" she sighed sadly. She took to the stairs quietly. "Why so sad? Already in love with the forest?" Aunt Ree joked as she stuffed her face with meatloaf. "Oh Maybe" Violet replied, giggling. Half an hour later, Violet sat on her bed, hair damp, fresh pjs and her laptop balanced on her lap. She read through her favourite werewolf novel of all time. She had read it only a couple of hundred times but couldn't get enough of it.

Some girls inherit power. I inherited a warning label. Wolfless. Servant. Spare. I'm the adopted daughter Alpha Sebastian Corwin never wanted, grew up learning exactly what I was worth: nothing. While my "sister" trained to inherit an empire. Sent to Valez High Academy to carry his real daughter's luggage, swallow her insults and not disappear the moment she needs someone convenient to blame. Eighteen years old, and I still can't shift. Still can't summon a single spark of magic. Still nothing but the help wearing a Corwin last name like a costume that never fit. Valez High Academy was supposed to change that. Three years among the elite of the shadow world—vampires, witches, si

I am the Violet who will reign, whether the world likes it or not. And when she comes near, I do the impossible. I jump higher than her and twist in the air. When our trajectories cross, I open my jaws wide, my teeth aligning with her throat in a fatal instant. And I bite. The sound is wet, grotesque. Lyun’s throat gives beneath my fangs. I tear flesh, tendon, what remains of my old friend and current rival. She tries to howl, a short, gurgling sound, as her life slips away.