Violet Star Novels & Stories

Not Aurora, someone far, far worse. Violet emerges from behind the plants and walks up to the counter. She blows out a bubble from her pink bubblegum, letting it pop right in front of Ivan's face. His jaw clenches but only a fool would call out Violet. "What do we have here?" she muses, eyeing the two of us as if she didn't just overhear everything being said. Her aura isn't as potent as Aurora's, her mates' or Logan's for that matter but it doesn't stop either of us from bending our necks towards her under her scrutinizing gaze.

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?”

For Violet. Always.

“So I could forget about what mine looked like at the time.” He looked at her then, his orbs piercing into hers. “And now?” She met his eyes. They were warm and sort of inviting. “Now I just want to see it with someone who understands what it used to look like.” A pause came between them. A heavy and sweet silence. Violet indeed saw a different star. A star brighter than the one she grew up knowing. The one who brightened her path and guided her to the point she was at the moment. Now, she gradually forgot what her star used to look like—pauper, impoverished, skinny, hungry, and unfortunate.

FOURTEEN YEARS AGO Violet now had the tattoo on her face and white hair, so everywhere she went, people would stare at her, which was annoying, but there was nothing she could do about it. These two things were both a curse and a gift to her, and she couldn't get rid of them.

I wanted to tear that dress off and take her, feel her body melting in my arms. But still, things had been better between Rayan and me since the end of The Wave, and I didn’t want to throw that away. I needed to keep resisting, just a little more, if only so I could say I had given everything I had. I took a long step back, putting distance between us and averting my gaze while licking my lips. “Luna, I…” “Violet.” She insisted, taking another step toward me, bringing that intoxicating scent closer again. “I’m just Violet to you.”

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

I knew he was never wrong about a decision, but this. "Is it possible that the moon goddess bestowed us with two mates?" I questioned. "She’s Violet. The hair, her taste, her smell. I might be drunk on her, but I haven’t lost my sense of smell. I know the scent of a meal I’ve tasted before. She’s Violet," Ares replied, his voice primal. I chuckled inwardly. "That’s funny, actually. If she’s Violet, how did she get to this position as Sophia Crane, a company that’s been around for years? Come on, Ares, you can think better."

But under the glow of artificial stars and quiet applause, Violetta stood taller than she ever had before. And Draven knew— No matter how many wild cards were thrown into her path— She was written in the stars.p ********************** A woman born from a dying galaxy. Stardust woven into silk. Constellations embroidered like fate mapping itself across fabric. The colors were daring yet ethereal—deep indigos melting into silver, hints of gold like distant suns. It wasn’t loud. It was powerful. Draven leaned forward without realizing it. That’s my mate, his wolf growled proudly.

violet starlight. "I gave them the 'Ache', Silas," Seraphina replied, her voice a sound of pure, celestial music. She fell to her knees, her liquid-gold eyes losing their brilliance as she sacrificed the "Source" to poison the Mirror. "They want the North to be a 'Clean Room'? Then they'll have to deal with the 'Stain' of my grief."