Violet Gems Grounded Novels & Stories

I walked through the room with Tamrine tucked securely beneath his blanket, and a few moderators nodded at me in a way that felt strangely reassuring. Violet reacted to the rumors with a frantic kind of energy that grew harder for her to hide. She changed her clothes several times each morning, switching between outfits with new patterns and symbols meant to counter spiritual interference. She left charms in the hallways, tucked behind sculptures and along doorframes, thinking they would calm the estate’s perception of her. Kirk followed behind her, gathering the charms with a tired focus, placing them into drawers, speaking to her under his breath in the tone of someone trying to keep her f

A few drops of blood dripped into a porcelain dish. Bowen then pulled out a packet of powder and sprinkled it into the dish. Instantly, the blood turned a purplish-black. His brows furrowed deeply. "Veilroot Bloom. This is a poison so rare that it hasn't been seen in a century. It's colorless, odorless, and slow-acting." Shocked and furious, I asked, "Where did this poison even come from?" "The plant grows deep in the mountains, and people generally can't get their hands on it."

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

he whispered. I slowly nodded and then moved my palms to the nape of his neck. He looked at my eyes, so I was. When the shoot was over, I hugged him. "Thank you for guiding me. I lost focus.” He caressed my back. "It's alright. I understand your situation," he whispered then kissed me on the temple. We immediately turned when we heard something break. The staff shouted. I saw the glass vase was broken. Only one person was very close to that. Darren...

Grandfather says. And, once again, the room is silent. Sapphire is leaning against my shoulder. I can tell this is hard on her. I tell them we must take a break so everyone can take a deep breath. I must get my precious jewel alone to ensure she is doing okay after all she learned. Everyone agrees and stands up—some head into the kitchen, and some to the dunny for a break. I pull my precious jewel outside and to a private corner. I tilt her face so I can look into her stunning eyes. I wipe away a few of the stray tears that have escaped. “Talk to me baby.” I tell her.

“That’s a lie, and we both know it. You feel something for me, and if you just give in, I promise you that there will be a mate bond.” Give in? I stutter, my mind reeling. “Give in? To what, exactly?” I try to push back, to regain some semblance of control over the situation. The amusement that had been twinkling in his eyes moments ago is gone now, replaced by a serious, almost pleading look. “To me, Violet,” he says softly. “Give in to how you feel about me. Give in to us.” “But,” I begin hesitantly, my voice barely more than a whisper, “all the lies...the secrets...”

" I have to use my King's Power to interrupt Findlay's grumbling and order him to act. Shortly after cutting off the mindlink, Findlay arrives with his men. After everything is restored to its original state, I drive off toward the Seven Seasons Hotel. Violet's POV After breakfast, I hurry to the hotel. In the changing room, while I am changing into my work clothes, Emily notices the ring on my left hand. She asks, "What's this?! It was not on your finger yesterday." "It's the wedding ring my mate gave me," I say sweetly. "He's really romantic," Emily exclaims. But Lola, who is also changing her clothes, sneers. "Romantic my ass. It's poverty." Lola rolls her eyes, "Look at you poor dogs, sh

It's the doctor? "Violet is dead drunk." "Where?" I asked in fury. "I'll text you the place." He ended the call and I got up from my bed. I walked out from my room, I took my car keys and walked out of my apartment. I went down to the basement and drove my car out from the building. I put the place on my GPS and sped up to go there. I threw my keys to the valet chauffeur and walked inside the hotel. I ran to the bar and found Marcus and Violet sitting side by side.

This was more difficult for her because she felt like a princess sitting in the middle of the meadow, where her prince was smiling but his hands were missing. She looked around at all the violets and froze for a moment, realizing that everything was real and not just an image. She turned her gaze to the north, and she saw a smile as bright as a sunflower flower; the prince was now walking, holding a bouquet of violets in his hands. “I love you.” He said so and kissed her on the cheek this time. She held the flowers and smelled them. When she bowed her head to look at the path, to step, the prince was slightly kneeling with his right leg bent, holding the purple box with an olive-green perido

“It’s not that I don’t want to help but more if I interfer then your children’s future will be worse.” “Thank you for looking out for my children’s future.”, I say. We leave and this time she takes some gems off the wall, mostly the duly ones. She grabs the orange gems then the pale white along with black ones. If I’m not mistaken, the orange gems are used for transferring protection power from the owner and the protected; the pale white and black I have no idea. Once out of the cave, I take notice of the saltwater which reminds me how I’ve never been to a beach before.