Violet Star Novels & Stories

As the curtains open, there is a round of applause. I was about to open them when I noticed you. You stand confidently holding a flowered Violets, which are my dear heart's love, They knew how I saw you, my love. Chorus: My prince, the apple of my eye, shines, My violets bloom proudly in the hills, You win my heart as I know you, dear. Violets, the most precious, are a powerful, kind, and wise guide. You open your eyes without knowing me,

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

Her bond with Scarlet was that strong that she felt pains just at sight of what belonged to her. Violet’s mind was torn apart and the only thing that she needed at the moment was rest, a good rest. Too many things have happened in this one day and the only thing to clear her mind is a good night sleep. She can start to work on her mission once she is done sleeping, that is the next day. “We are really-

Strapped to her back were a bow and a quiver of arrows as well. “These arrows and bow— why do I have these? I'm not an archer. I don't even know how to fight. So why's this here?” Violet touched a hand on the string of the bow. “Wait, what's this?” She had a tattoo on her forearm of an arrow piercing through a crescent moon and above it were five stars aligned in a semi circle. That's not all, Violet also had bronze bracelets around her wrists. They had ancient runes etched on them. A crescent moon was engraved in the middle of the bracelet, which glowed when she touched the bracelets. A ball of light emitted from the glowing crescent and filled the white space around her.

Sharmaine looked up at the sky: “When I hold the flower in my hand, I suddenly realize that I still love the sun and the wind, then I will let go of the flower and look at the sunlight and feel the free wind. ” Osmund wanted to go and hold Sharmaine but he couldn't, he watched her slowly fall away, his heart aching. Sharmaine, why is it you, why is it that I love you. Violet appeared from afar, she went to Osmund, smelled the chaos of vampires in this place, saw Osmund standing there again. This gentle and warm man like the sun was the one who protected her, he was Violet's creed in this world. "Master, it's already late." Violet looked up at the starry sky. This place was covered with fog d

Before I could act, the men dispersed and Violet turned to Olive with laughter twinkling in her eyes. Once I set my sights on her, I couldn’t look away. Her gown was made of starlight and silk, tailored to wrap around every curve, every part of her body I had the pleasure of putting my hands on. Even though my attention should’ve been on my father’s voice, I couldn’t seem to keep myself from thinking about Violet. I wondered how she’d look when I tore that pretty dress off of her. Would her skin flush the same shade as a roses petals? Would she bite her lip and look away under the heat of my stare?

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?”

“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.