Violet Star Novels & Stories

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.”

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."

It was a mix of my starlight and Alaric's dark power. The crack didn't grow. The glass held. I was halfway across. I could see Alaric’s eyes. They weren't cold anymore. They were wide, watching me with something that looked like hope. But then, Morgana moved. She pulled a small silver whistle from her belt and blew a silent note. Suddenly, the soul link in my head snapped. The connection to Alaric was gone. The golden light under my feet vanished. Crrr-ack! The glass floor beneath me shattered into a thousand pieces. I screamed as I felt the air rush past my ears. I was falling. The obsidian spears were rushing up to meet me.

Nia took out her wings, wings like a butterfly yet transparent and glittering. "Violet try to take out your wings too and stand beside Nia," I ordered Violet. "Yes sir." Violet was immediately beside Nia and then took out her wings. In stark contrast to the wings of the two of them, Violet had black-purple wings surrounded by an aura of black mist. "It's already there continue cooking like that," "Disturb it!" Nia removes her wings again, looks back like Elf. ____

Violet I saw stars. It wasn’t an exaggeration, I really saw stars. The world went white as I fought for my life. My body shuddered. My bound hands strained uselessly against the restraints, the rough tug biting into my skin as I thrashed, desperate and helpless against them. And it was all his fault. This beautiful devil between my thighs was insatiable, feasting on me as if he had all the time in the world. “A-ahh! F–fuck!”

"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—"

Kaelani stepped closer, her hand lifting slowly. Violet flickered to life at the palm of her hand. She hovered it over his back, and the energy spread, seeping into the wounds, pulling them closed piece by piece. Careful. Intentional. Her hand lifted, shifting around him, the violet trailing faintly in its wake as she moved to his side—then to his chest. Her touch hovered there for a second— The glow deepened. Julian’s gaze fixed on her now—on the way that violet burned through her eyes, brighter with every second, catching the light, holding it, like it had a life of its own.

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 touched Hazel's black eye and healed her. By the time she was done with healing the future queen, Caden walked in.