Violet Blooming Novels & Stories

That was one of the most insane ideas she had ever heard. When Morgana was in front of her, Violet stared into her eyes, and only then she realized the purple iris was really bright, like it was shining. "Let's see how long you can take it." Morgana said and waved her hand, and Violet felt her body whirr and bump against the table. The vases and books above it fell on the floor. A few candles were blown out when Violet flew above them. "Are you really going to mess all your office just to provoke me?" Violet said with a teasing smile.

“They’re so beautiful.” Ash thought that the most beautiful thing was her, in all honesty. After they found a parking spot—the area was fairly crowded and filled with both tourists and locals enjoying the sights—Violet grabbed Ash’s arm with a bright smile on her face. They followed the crowd of people at first, and Ash vaguely listened to one of the employees talk about how they grew the tulips. Violet pointed to a row of purple tulips. “Those are my favorite.” “The violet ones? I’m shocked,” he teased.

Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely entered the garden, she still had to take precautions in case people like Jenedeith sauntered in. The thought of that rude woman made her blood boil. She recalled the way she treated Mila, called her slave and insulted her. Then she was Xavier's mistress meaning she'd be here regularly. Violet sat beside a beautiful red rose bush, and bringing her knees up, she leaned close and enjoyed the sweet scent of the flowers. She slowly traced their little buds and stem, then hissed quietly when something pricked her finger and she just starting to suck on it when a small growl froze her.

8 Two days later, Violet was working in the garden. Her job for today was to pluck the weed and water the garden that was maintained well with blooming and bright flowers on Kiara's demand. They grew in the part of the garden that was visible from her window. Sighing weakly, Violet mopped the back of her wrist on her forehead. It was scorching hot today. Summers were starting to begin and the sun was showing its wrath already. Her throat was dry, her lips cracking from lack of water and her tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth.

she demanded eagerly. "If you want. Violet and poppies in the early spring. Daisies in the fall. Roses and thistle in the summer. And in late spring, I'd bring you the harebells that grow in the hills hereabouts. Blue harebells the exact same blue as your eyes." Eleanor knew that she was risking her heart, but she couldn't resist the temptation of being with him. She wanted nothing more than to give in to his advances, yet she couldn't ignore the nagging voice in her head.

"I'll wait right here." Violet darted into the room, pulling things from her armoire in a frenzy, until the scent of rain hit her nose. She froze. Storms didn't come to Ipsit, Curzon had made that clear. Thunder rumbled outside. Violet went to the window, her footsteps heavy. She feared finding nothing on the other side—that she was tricking herself. She flung the window open. The damp air engulfed her. Clouds hung low in the darkness, reaching into the valley. Lighting streaked to the south.

During our vacation. And in a room we shared. “I want to kiss you by the sea again,” Violet started, reading a note that she retrieved from the bouquet. “These flowers are a promise to make that happen.” Violet paused and frowned. “From, anonymous?” Violet asked rather than said. Then she looked up at me, her eyes filled with curiosity. I parted my lips, trying to breathe, but no words came out. Blaze was supposed to be at Night Park. How did he—

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

He stood still beside Mira; hope was written in their eyes as he held her daughter’s hand. And then Violet cut her palm and poured her blood once again over the queen’s mouth. The mages chanted along with her. As her blood continued to spill, the flowers around us had turned red. Their heavenly scent had become stronger. Even the flower crown on the queen’s head had turned red including her lips. They were no longer pale anymore.

No more laundering coin from the poor. They called me ruthless. Good. I no longer hate that name… and that’s exactly why Kael cannot live. A snake that slips away doesn’t change; it only waits for another chance to strike. Soft footsteps approach behind me. “You’ve been up here since dawn.” I turn. Violet. Her hair is tied back, strands catching the morning light. Dust smudges her cheek from the rebuilding yard. She looks stronger now, brighter, like fire that learned to wear skin.