Violet Star Novels & Stories

Small, dark, and swirling with a sickly crimson liquid, it gleamed under the dim torchlight. The runes etched into its surface seemed alive, shifting and curling like snakes on her fingertips. "You know," Violet mused, gently removing the lid and inhaling the scent of my blood. "Every single thing I’ve done—every lie, every spell, every death—was for this moment." Her voice wavered, not with regret, but with something more dangerous—obsession. "After the fight with your people," she began softly, "I walked into the throne room, searching for Scarlet. I thought if I found her, I’d find answers. But all I found was her body—lifeless and crumpled on the floor."

Violet scrutinize her appearance once more in the mirror. She didn't even recognize hetself. Her hair looks silky was partly styled loosely and adorned with sparkling amethyste trimmings. Her lips moist and pink. Her skin looks luminous under the light. The maid squirted a strong floral scented perfume on her neck and her hair before leaving the room. She slightly covered her bare arm uncomfortably. Maxon gave her a sleeveless dark purple dress. This leaves the skin on her shoulder and arms exposed.

After that, she added, “So when will you be free?” He took a step forward to close the distance between them and said, “I’m always free.” … It was quiet in the restaurant. Everything in the restaurant was gray in color, and the wall lights were dark blue. When they looked down at the night view of Octavia, all of the lights looked like glittering pearls in the night. Violet sat at the window seat and ordered their food. There was a fluffy white coat draped over her shoulders. She wore a champagne-colored turtleneck shirt with a bow tied around the collar. She combed her hair into a ponytail, leaving her face exposed to the air.

“You're right. And I also don't want to know anything about what sort of person you are. Just get on with the plan; Pretend to be the Saintess while Master Poison and I enter Star rock and get rid of the Chief of Star Clan.” Violet paused, “You don't have to—” “—All there.” Poison ran his hand in front of Violet's face making her unconsciously close her eyes. With great difficulty, she stuttered despite feeling a familiar pressure on her forehead, “W-what—” “—Shut it.” Poison said before putting his hand down.

"This wasn't our initial plan. We need a Luna who would be strong enough to give you an heir and look after you. Each day that passes, your lifeline reduces.” “She was meant to be used for a ritual to cleanse you, right? What happened?” Vee asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why didn't you use your mate for rituals, huh? That's none of your business; just stay in your lane. The last time I remember, you all were in charge of my pack and not my private life." “A quick note to you all. Violet is from a royal blood; her father is the late Alpha of the Moonlight Kingdom. Before her mom remarried Damien, who took over the pack. She is of royal blood.”

He didn't even connect that Violight Entertainment and Starlight Media resembled one another. Three days later, Violet's studio was officially established. It was named Violight Entertainment. Under Xavier's arrangement, the studio existed solely to serve Violet. It was an excellent treatment. Upon launching, the studio secured five major brand endorsements, causing her profile to surge dramatically overnight. Suddenly, she was seen as high-class and influential. At Starlight Media's office, Gabriella made a rare appearance. In just over two weeks, she would be flying to Guscain for her second surgery.

Unfortunately, Kylie had no intentions of living a lonely life, so she also ruled it out. The Violet Star of Extreme Violence was the Star that Kylie was the least bit interested in. While it seemed to offer a great reward for becoming its contracted, the price was too steep to be considered a good bargain in Kylie’s eyes. For Kylie had no intention to possess a power that could cause her to lose control of her emotions and lose sight of herself, leading her to kill those she loved. At least with the Indigo Star of Poison, she could live an isolated like in misery, but it would not drag her loved ones into it. The Violet Star di

A storm waiting for her own name, her own myth. And whatever the hell she truly was… we were already hers, bound long before she ever saw us. “Let’s leave, Violet. Don’t tell me you’re already falling for them?” Abigail asked, flipping her hair with that careless mermaid arrogance. Violet jerked like someone slapped her with cold water. “Of course NOT. Are you insane? I’m just waiting for Riven to finish creating my pendant. I’ll be back tomorrow.” She promised with a shrug that fooled no one, not her friends, not us, not the goddess watching from whatever cracked sky birthed her.

Violet woke on the morning of her eighteenth birthday feeling determined and ready. Today is the day, she thought. The day she would finally be Luna of the Southern Mountains Pack. She had tried and failed many times over the last few months to get Alpha Lorenzo’s attention, but he hadn’t responded to her the way she desperately wanted him to. Everything about him was perfect for her in every way, and today he’d finally see what Violet had known all along. He would know that she was his.

I hear a little tap, and then a click, and as the car vibrates, I put together that he put on a CD. Chromatic's Touch Red plays. The familiar piece fills the car, the almost-haunting instrumentals bouncing off the windows and into my ears. "When you can't see, first, you listen." Alex leans over and whispers. I sit, lips parted, taking in the way the vibrations make the hair on my skin stand. "It was the day you pushed past the front doors, trekked up over twenty steps into my office," he spoke. The stereo still plays, and so I lean into his voice as best as I can.