Violet Blooming Novels & Stories

A Moment of Lost Innocence In Violet's memory, the sun-drenched garden blossomed, a vivid tapestry of colour and fragrance that stood in sharp contrast to the gloomy, oppressive reality that now surrounded her. It was a haven of warmth and laughter, where the sweet scent of roses ascended the worn stone walls and the soft buzz of bees filled the air. With her hair in a cascade of dark curls, young Violet joyfully chased butterflies while her laughter reverberated throughout the peaceful room.

Violet’s POV Blue was sprawled across my bed like she paid rent, wings stretched, tail twitching, and now roughly the size of an overfed lion. Her scales shimmered iridescently every time she breathed, her little nostrils puffing tiny curls of smoke. Riven fed her “growth regulation pills,” whatever the hell that meant, so she wouldn’t evolve into a full damn sky-dragon inside the dorm and burn the place down. Not that I would’ve minded. Some people deserved a light crisping.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

To the pack, it was a foregone conclusion that he had been the one to break my seal. But Blake’s eyes turned a bruised, violent red. He looked at me, his scent spiking with a mix of agony and disbelief. She’s not a virgin. The realization seemed to tear through him. Was it true? And if so, who? His gaze flickered toward Noah Pierce with murderous intent.

Violet’s eyes were wide, her cheeks losing the rosy glow they’d taken on during her shower. “Was it really that incredible?” Her voice was small, fragile in a way that made me bristle. I skewered Cole with my eyes, casting him a silent warning that he better answer her question correctly. She was still on edge, fighting with the person she became when she blacked out. It was the same expression she had when she murdered Blaze. Olive draped an arm over her shoulder. I had to squash the urge to tear it off, reminding myself that Violet needed comfort—comfort I couldn’t give her.

The two of them came out of the lodging when the sun was high in the sky. On the azure sky climate Violet saw flocks of black birds flying. Her clear cacao irises widened at the sight of the flock of tiny birds form a wide pattern in the air and then spread again. Unaware that Maxon gaze was watching her every move seriously "You seem interested in every little thing you see" Violet turned to him and her lips formed a sweet smile. "You look so beautiful when you smile, Violet," he said.

He did not want to miss a single emotion on her face. Violet Cress was a type of flower that carried the meaning of humble, simple, and selfless. The meaning was derived from its own characteristics. It bloomed in spring as if it could bring everything back to life and added a tinge of vibrant to the world. Despite this, it did not attract much public attention, and its size was small. It blossomed and unveiled its beauty quietly, humbly, and purely. Moreover, Violet Cress was not just a pretty flower. Its seeds could be used to extract oil for various purposes. It unleashed its own nutritional values. Hence, whoever that was referred to as Violet Cress meant that the person was selfless. Be

Violet accepted her fate as her body went limp. But as she slowly closed her eyes, something happened. The water around her shimmered, and she saw something. A full moon, bright and beautiful, hanging in the night sky. It was so big. A howl echoed in her ears, filling her with a strange sense of calm. It was as if the moon was calling to her, asking her to hang on. But soon it slipped away, just like the air in her lungs. The howl fades into silence, and Violet could feel her heartbeat leaving too.

Victoria stood in the garden and looked at the violets she had planted long ago. The flowers looked even more delicate and beautiful than she remembered. In the past she had spent hours admiring them, wasting her time while waiting for a knight in shining armor to come and save her. This time she would not wait for anyone.

I tried to decline but she insisted as she always does. Grabbing a couple of essential oils from one of the many bamboo shelves, I unscrewed the top of one and the recognizable coconut vanilla scent quickly fills the surrounding air. Pouring a few drops into the tub as the water fills halfway, I decided that it's enough and leave the rose oil to use as a perfume later. After sticking my hand into the water to check ifit's warm enough, I turn the faucet off and step into the spacious tub, one leg after the other, before lowering myself down.