Violet Novels & Stories

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

The girl said whilst playing with a strand of her long hair. That bitch. She can't be the Luna unless she's his mate, and she isn't. I am. Right? "I'm Violet, by the way." she introduced herself, pulling me out of my thoughts. Violet? Really, wow. "And my hair colour is natural in case you were wondering." Actually I wasn't. I assumed she dyed her hair violet to match her name. "You were born with naturally violet hair?" I thought that was amazing. "Yhup, straight outta the womb." She giggled. She had a cute giggle, I liked her almost immediately.

simpered Chu Xun. "You've forgotten our names, my lord? I'm Violet Fairywren, and she's Sapphire Fairywren." "And she's your big sister?" "You remember us, my lord! Even after so long, you remember us!" cried Violet, her face beaming with joyful surprise that radiated more charm. Chu Xun said nothing. Fairywrens are a kind of songbirds and in the Huaxian classification of colors, blue comes before purple. "You must be tired, my lord. Let me give you a good massage," said Violet. She allowed Chu Xun to lie down on her lap and she began to rub around his temples gently.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

she whispered and he jumped out of the window right before the door was opened. Violet stepped in. She was dressed in a white blouse and white pants, her blue hair in a ponytail. Hazel's eyes widened when she saw her. "It's good to see you, Violet" she said and Violet grinned. "How is the royal life treating you?" Violet asked, smiling at her. "Adapting to it isn't as easy as I thought" Violet squeezed her hand gently and set to work. A bluish glow appeared on the tips of her fingers and spread further to her upper arms. She gently to

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

She wore a colour that went so far as to surprise the man with just how well she wore it. Genevieve wore a lovely, flowing dress of a burnt, brown rust colour. Jasper admired the way the fabric fell around her and the way her white sandals hugged her thin calves that bowed to prominent ankles. He loved every nook and cranny of the girl's body, every inch and fold.

your hands. In two weeks the pictures will all glow bright when the plants are fully grown. You will then warm the heart of the garden and immediately pour the pound water as before. When the glow changes from the hunter green to a lilac color. You will then go to the back door and allow yourself to be cocooned . This cocoon will include the door. You will sleep in this cocoon the whole time as it forms and when it is destroyed. I can not tell you how long that will take dear as I don't know. Have a bucket of that special water from the pond ready when the cocoon is destroyed, someone will have to throw this water on you to keep you from overheating. Jay honey I know it will be you who take

He left her stunned as he took my hand in his and led me out of there into the next class which we had together. A single daffodil was in the plastic flower pot in front of a house I had never seen before. I was sitting on the porch of this house as the sun outside was bright. For some reason unknown to me, I was angry with myself that the flower seemed to be dying. I felt like I was responsible for it. The petals started wilting and the color draining from it. The life slowly slipping away.