Violet Flames Book Novels & Stories

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

Carefully Violet lights the fire and we stand, alone in the center of the rogue camp and hold our breaths. The moon climbs higher in the night's sky and Violet and I are still standing alone in the center of the rogue camp. Nudging Violet with my shoulder I offer her a plate of cake. "If no one else is going to party, we might as well," I say, trying to lighten the solemn mood that has fallen over us. Violet takes the cake from my hands and she freezes on the spot. Suddenly lights from all of the houses and shops surrounding the center of the camp have candles flickering in their windows. Violet lifts her nose to the air and a guttural noise leaves her throat. Dropping her plate to the

Why was it so cold? “Elena.” I turned my head. Through the smoke, through the falling snow and rising flame, I saw her. A woman. Glowing. Ethereal. Wrapped in the light like Moonfire. She didn’t run. She walked. Calm and slow through the chaos, through the death. Her eyes found mine. Violet. Like mine. Like something ancient. She knelt beside me, but when I tried to reach out, my hands wouldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.

But to them the word sibling didn't really call out to them. Mury laughed getting closer to Mona. "I remember how we came about the name. So much that it still burns right here" she revealed the scar on her arm. That had been caused by her burning herself as a child. She cried at the time unable to compare the pain to anything else in the world but her two flames had an idea to help her with the pain. "You both came up with it as if it had always in my minds. Flames because they hurt like shit but together they create this magic about them. Like right now we're getting warmed by it but we get close we will get burnt. And we burn for each other like flames. Nothing can put us out. Not

But before they could even approach us, I set a large fire around us. "Fhyra! What are you doing?! Argh!" Cool said and grunted when he got burned when he grabbed and touch my shoulders. "Don't touch me! You'll get burned!" I yelled at him. The guards were trying to extinguish the fire I made. But they can't. Although all Flamias had the ability to control fire, a normal flamia like them can't compare to the royal blood's abilities. Not to mention that I made these fire barriers with rage.

Violetta pauses. “With all due respect ma’am, I don’t intend to hurt Nova and if you are thinking of telling me their sex I already have my suspicions and I do not care what sex they are. I am immensely attracted to them, but even more so in love with them.” I sigh then under my breath “Cade and Gina are right I just needed to admit it to myself.” “Good! Because Nova doesn’t deserve the hate that they sometimes receive least of all from someone who should be showing them affection!” She pins me with her eyes and I feel like there is more to this that she is not about to tell me.

Amia's fingers trailed over the well-worn pages of a book she had kept hidden—a collection of revenge plans and tricks she had meticulously crafted over the past five years. She opened the book, her eyes scanning the carefully laid-out schemes. Each page held a different idea, a different way to exact her vengeance on those who had wronged her. Some were intricate and elaborate, requiring careful planning and execution, while others were simple yet effective, designed to inflict maximum pain with minimal effort. Amia's gaze lingered on a particular plan, one that targeted Damien specifically. It involved exposing his lies and manipulating those around him to turn against him. She envisioned

But behind that steady rhythm, I still heard the faint whisper of the flame… like a second heart beating inside me. You can’t hide from me, child of fire. My eyes snapped open. The fire on the hearth suddenly flared, golden light filling the room. The shadows disappeared—and in the middle of the flame, I saw her. A woman’s face. Pale, beautiful, and terrible. Her violet eyes met mine through the fire. She smiled. And then the flame went out. The room plunged into darkness. I stumbled back, gasping. Damon lit a lantern quickly, scanning the space. “Elena? What did you see?”

“No. I don’t want your excuses. I don’t want your stories. I don’t want your attention. You left, Mona. You walked away. And now you have no place here. I suggest you leave before I make that decision for you.” Her eyes flash, the green catching the light from the blinds, and I can see the fire, the sharp edges of her anger, the way her mind is racing to find leverage, to find the weapon she believes she still holds. But I do not flinch. I do not hesitate. I do not give her anything to hold onto. “You don’t understand,” she says, stepping forward again, and I can feel the brush of her sleeve against my arm, the faint perfume again trying to invade my senses. “I still… I still …”

Third-person POV At that moment, Frank was sitting in his office, reviewing the investigation report his subordinates had sent him. The first report was a miscarriage report, which clearly stated that Darcy had suffered a miscarriage on the day of the fire. The cause of the miscarriage had also been determined through investigation and reviewing surveillance footage. Frank had shaken off Darcy's hand during the fire and hadn't heard her cries for help. The second report stated that Johanna had been deliberately spreading rumors to manipulate public opinion around this time.