Novelas y relatos de Violet

He laughs again. I find myself relaxing slightly. Maybe this is good. Maybe talking to someone who isn’t one of the three heirs currently destroying my sanity is exactly what I need. Caelan steps closer. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Not yet. “You know, your eyes really are that color.” I blink. “What?” “Violet.” I shift awkwardly. “Last time I checked.” His gaze lingers. “They’re beautiful.” Heat touches my cheeks. “Thanks.” His eyes drop briefly toward my mouth.

Two burning crimson eyes, hovering in the blackness of the forest. “Khaenat,” Kael growled. A figure stepped into the moonlight. Violet — or what was left of her. Her skin was pale as bone, her lips a dark shade of violet, and her eyes glowed with that terrible, unnatural light. Every step she took left a faint shimmer of black mist on the ground. “Kael…” Her voice was soft but hollow, like something ancient speaking through a dying body. “You just don’t give up, do you?”

Scarlet’s POV The first time I met Violet, she was like a storm and dangerously close to collapse. Her body was thin, so frighteningly thin, it was as if the life inside her was flickering like a dying flame. Bones jutted beneath her skin, and her cheeks were hollow, but her eyes, eerie, ocean-blue eyes, held an intensity I had never seen before. She was unpredictable, charged like a wire stripped bare, snapping at anyone who dared come near her. No one could approach her except the king. Only his presence seemed to settle the storm, if only for a few brief moments.

“Please… tell me about Scarlet.” She stilled. Something fragile flickered across her face—pain? Regret? Then, a sad smile crept across her lips. “She was the most beautiful and powerful witch I ever knew,” Violet said, her voice a distant echo. “Blessed by Mother Nature herself—her hair as white as snow. A perfect creation...” Her smile wavered. A glimmer of something broken lingered in her eyes. “You loved her,” I whispered as the realization hit me. “Didn’t you?

-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.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

I thought I'd outgrown it, thought I'd forgetten it, until now, with the walls feeling smaller, closing in, and with me trying to stop it. The house is on fire, and I am burning. I close my eyes and they feel wet, so I take in a shaky breathe and will myself to be strong. Faraway, I hear my phone ring and I stiffen, fear clawing at my thoat and ribs. I scarmble in the dark, trying to get to my phone in the chaos. "Viola." I hear and realize I'd press the answer button without knowing, his voice makes me whimper. "Violet." There's an urgency in it now, and I cover my mouth, to stifle the sob tearing through me, but it burst out like a dam.

As always, everything to the boy with the burgundy hair… seemed too obvious. "Very little...I just remember decorating some flowers and colors" she felt frustrated to admit. "Hum..., well, violet has that meaning, it represents shyness and hesitation too, and depending on where you look, it also represents loyalty." "Nice…" those irises that resembled cut amethysts flickered, as for some reason...it looked interesting to know, to memorize. "Yes, and again, it suits you," he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her.

As I looked at Violet, I was a little surprised to see her dressed completely in purple, from head to toe. “Are you serious?” I asked in disbelief. “Yeah! I’m serious!” Violet exclaimed excitedly, her eyes sparkling. “You look like an aubergine, dear,” I muttered under my breath. “Well, purple is an elegant royal colour,” Violet said, defending her choice. “Where did you learn that?” I asked, curious. “From the books I read,” Violet replied with a smile. “Have you seen how our little princess is starting to choose what she likes?” Alpha Matthew smiled broadly as he

He had passed a good period of time within the cave and now it was time to head back to his home. "W-wait!" Violet suddenly called out. "You have saved me twice now. Of course, I would also like to think that it was due to my intangible energy that affects the opponent's bad luck. But there is no denying that you saved me... here." Parting her lips, Violet coughed violently until she vomited a purple gem. Picking up the gem, she slithered forward and introduced the item, "This is my Natal Pearl. Although poisonous, it also counters many cruel poisons in the world. You... can take it," Violet's ton