Violet Flames Book Novels & Stories

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 …”

As I pulled back slightly, I noticed a small red dot on the side of her nose and another on her neck—the effect of Fiery eyes's ability. Violet responded eagerly, kissing me back with a fierce passion. She parted her lips, allowing my tongue to explore her mouth, and she met my intensity with her own. Our tongues danced together, and when we finally separated, a thin thread of saliva connected our lips, a testament to the heated exchange. The sight of it sent a surge of excitement through me, my cock hardening even more.

DAMIEN Leaving Violeta in that cave felt like I left a part of myself behind. My chest was heavy, but I had to keep going. I had to fight. I had to protect the border... and her. I ran back to the camp as fast as I could. Everything was a mess. Flames were dancing in the air. Smoke was everywhere. People were yelling. Warriors were already fighting the rogues. Swords clashed. Claws slashed. It was loud, and it smelled like blood and fire.

I said quietly, “we burn with her.” Riven’s lips curved, dark and certain. “Gladly.” Violet turned then, eyes catching ours, a spark flashing through her irises, like she felt our thoughts crawling over her skin. She raised a brow at us, suspicious as hell, and shouted across the room, “Stop staring at me like that! I didn’t blow anything up...yet!” Blue chirped, confirming the “yet.” Her friends immediately froze, the whole room went silent, and then Abigail whispered, “Goddess, she really is terrifying.”

in my mothers voice. “You’re not real.” I screamed. “Yes we are” a tree growled behind me. I search around I know he’s here somewhere, but where. The only thing here are flowers. That’s it he’s got to be hiding in one of them. I focus on the small flowers around me and one by one they ignite into flames until a small flower barely a foot tall lets out a blood curling scream, a black creature with purple eyes darts out at me. I throw fire balls at him but he’s so tiny and fast I miss every time.

If she could sustain herself with reading then she would. Niccolò threw his arm over my shoulder and offered me one of the cookies on his plate as a promise to keep his teasing to a minimum. I accepted it with a nod. Violet was so lost in her own little world that she didn’t even notice us coming into the library. I recognized the cover of her book and couldn’t help but smirk. ‘Her Cold-Hearted Alpha’ by Moonlight Muse.

Why fight when you could sort of have what you wanted in a much easier form. Violet was somewhat dazed, the night and drinks had crept up on her all at once. It felt as though she was floating on air as she grasped at the stranger's arm as he led her outside. His skin was warm to the touch, she could feel the very hardness of his toned muscle beneath her fingertips. She couldn't help herself she was staring at him, she saw no need to look anywhere other than him at the moment. It was the alcohol, she told herself, that had her acting like a complete fool. There was no other explanaion for why she felt completely at ease with this person who's existence she'd only been made aware of in t

The flames were a cold, ghostly violet, devouring the oxygen and leaving behind a thick, suffocating fog that tasted of boiled vinegar and wet copper. The man in the red feathers didn't flinch as the circle of fire closed in. He stood in the center of the blaze, the torch in his hand a guttering wick of violet light. He looked at me through the narrow slits of his mask, and for a heartbeat, the fire caught the bridge of his nose. "Elias?"

-Violet- Violet’s chest heaved with a silent, seething fury as she stood alone in the dimly lit corner of her private library. The shadows from the towering bookshelves danced across her sharp features, mirroring the dark thoughts that churned within her. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the knuckles whitening with the grip of her rage. "Those bastards," she whispered venomously, the words barely escaping her lips as if they were too dangerous to be fully unleashed into the world.