Violet Fox Reviews Novels & Stories

Violet . I wish I could say I was going to bed with Rayan only because of the Heat, but it wasn’t true. The truth was that this was the typical make up sex: full of feeling, regret and passion. Everything about us was chaos and desire, just like that scene. A room completely destroyed by a fight between two giant wolves, now serving as shelter for two lovers after those same wolves had mated all night.

“See what?” I frowned, lowering my voice. "Something is moving in the forest. Did you not see it?” Violet shook her head without hesitation, “No, I did not see anything, and I'm certain the others didn't as well. We only stood up because you shouted. What is it? A wild animal?” They didn't see anything? But I was certain that I saw something. I gave my reply, “Bigger than a wild animal.” Violet's expression also turned slightly solemn, and her hold on the blade she was holding tightened.

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽ A villain, that's what the little dragon said to her, that's what he suggested to her to thrones, to avoid that cold, sharp fate at her core; that crimson sheet on the floor spreading. "Thinking too much, violet?" the dragon wings that were so familiar just landed on the balcony, with an almost theatrical delicacy. "Overthinking is euphemism, dear..." the purple-eyed one sighed as she said "this all seems so...strange."

I had to see what she thought about superheroes and especially “The Fox.” “I got a random question for you. What do you think of the superheroes Lady Rose and General Storm? And what happened to their little fox?” I asked, hoping not to sound as nervous as I felt. “Uh? What do you mean?” Cindy asked, sounding confused. She probably thought I was crazy for asking some random question like that. BOOM The ground shook, and smoke filled the air. People were screaming. It was chaos. “What the hell was that?” Cindy asked. I grabbed her as the familiar smell filled my nose. It could only be one thing and it was not good. “Mutants,” I told her.

Violet’s taunts from behind them edged closer, until Felix was yanked backwards by his backpack and landed on his bottom with a thud, and Violet and her crew were standing in front of them both. “What do you want, Violet?” asked Arla angrily. “I want this human out of our pack,” Violet spat back with venom, emphasising the word human with distaste. “Why do you even care? He’s never done anything to you,” she questioned, helping Felix to his feet. “Our pack is one of the strongest and he and his dad are nothing but frail humans. My dad says they weaken us all just by being here,” Violet all but snarled. “Your dad is afraid of two humans?” Arla asked with a smirk. She knew it would provoke Vio

I asked. Violet frowned and looked at my mate, clearly not liking the answer. “He siphoned magic—from a Phoenix wolf. Centuries ago. So, he’s been experimenting on it to determine what he’d need to make it happen. I wished that I knew more on that front, but my visions haven’t shown much.” I wasn’t certain what she was going to share, but this was much worse than I’d anticipated. How were we going to… I didn’t waste a second. The moment Violet’s words sank in, I pushed away from the desk and strode out of the office, ignoring both Octavia’s and Violet’s questions that followed me into the hall.

"She came in contact with a shentuka a few weeks ago, and was unharmed. That's a big indication that she's not ordinary." "It was just one, wasn't it? Warriors were on their way which scared it off," Xavier said, folding his arms. Violet didn't look like a supernatural. The only thing supernatural about her was her peculiar eye color. A magnetic shade of violet that felt like drawing him in no matter how much he resisted.

A beat later, their conversation resumed as they discussed a topic Violet was not ready to hear about— Her. "That girl, Violet... I think she's innocent." The hairy-legged warrior pressed the end of the cigarette into the grass to put it out then flicked the butt away. "Hey, it's like you took the words right out of my head! I have been thinking about the same lately." The tattooed warrior gushed. "Madam Auriele's got impeccable judgement. She wouldn't have survived here if she was an emotional fool and dumb. She definitely knows more than what we all were made to believe regarding this Violet girl. I think... She's not really a traitor. Like dude, where's the vibe? I've seen the girl around

I had to squash the urge to tear it off, reminding myself that Violet needed comfort—comfort I couldn’t give her. “It wasn’t just incredible. It was totally badass.” As she spoke, Violet’s shoulders relaxed. “You should’ve seen yourself, Violet. I’ve met full-fledged warriors that don’t move half as fluid as you did back there. It was like…like you were dancing.” Olive wasn’t wrong in her assessment. Watching Violet take on a man five times her size had instilled me with such raw fear that I could feel my control slipping on my wolf. I’d been able to tell that she was blacking out by the way the emotion slid from her face, her eyes draining of their radiant light.

She wanted to make me doubt myself, to make me feel small in front of everyone here. Not happening. I tilted my chin. “I don’t let rumors dictate my presence. And Mister Amoroso doesn’t either.” Violet’s eyes flashed for just a moment before she let out a light, amused chuckle. “Mister Amoroso, huh?” “You’re quick. I like that.” She leaned in slightly, her perfume an intoxicating mix of jasmine and something darker. “But let’s be honest, shall we? This whole… scandal is exhausting for everyone. You, me, Carlisle.”