Violet Star Novels & Stories

I must have fallen asleep, into a real deep sleep, the thing I woke up to was someone shaking me awake, it's probably one of the doctors wanting to check on Violet while I'm being in the way. "Mister, mister, let me go," a small voice says, it's not one of my doctors, I opened my eyes and was met with eyes that are a mix of blue and purple. "Violet" I whisper, her eyes are different, the treatment is working, it's changing her, and making them look more purple. "Mister, let me go," she says again, couldn't she remember me from earth. "Had nice sleep, Violet?" I ask her.

My infatuation was a fever dream, fueled by a few moments of cold care that I’d mistaken for something real. "Fine," Sally said, squeezing my hand. "Let’s get out of this den of vipers." We turned to leave, but Talia’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and hungry. "Ivy! Sally! Leaving before the blessing? Don't tell me you're afraid of the moon tonight." She was standing there in her white lace gown, smiling with the fake grace of a newly crowned Luna. She’d spent months trying to replace me, and she wasn't going to let me leave without one last bite.

Why fight when you could sort of have what you wanted in a much easier form. Violet was somewhat dazed, the night and drinks had crept up on her all at once. It felt as though she was floating on air as she grasped at the stranger's arm as he led her outside. His skin was warm to the touch, she could feel the very hardness of his toned muscle beneath her fingertips. She couldn't help herself she was staring at him, she saw no need to look anywhere other than him at the moment. It was the alcohol, she told herself, that had her acting like a complete fool. There was no other explanaion for why she felt completely at ease with this person who's existence she'd only been made aware of in t

It was Violet. Dressed in a flowing gown that mirrored the moonlit sky, her ebony hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate features and illuminating eyes the color of twilight. In her presence, a sense of both vulnerability and fierce determination resonated—an echo of her turbulent past and her unwavering spirit.

Violet said as she's trying to push me out from her changing room. "No baby.. I'm staying here.. No." "She won't go anywhere." Blake pulled me out and I sighed. "I hate you, Austin Portwalt!" Violet hissed before Jean closed the door. "See.. See that behavior! If she runs away.. I'm going to kill you!" I hissed at Blake and he laughed. "She won't run away.. If she does.. You can make another wedd-" I turned to Blake and glared big time. He gestured to me to get into my changing room. I walked in and turned on my laptop to activate the CCTV in Violet's changing room.

Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple. A Spirit Ancestor strong enough to single-handedly pressure Violet. Though not strong, Violet does have human-level intellect which means she knows how to escape and she can't do that even now. Violet suddenly shot two rays of light from her eyes, however, the woman behind her instantly smashed her fists into the ground, causing a large piece of rock to tear out due to the pressure and shock. The moment the light landed on the rock, it was covered in another layer of the rocky exterior while Violet's expression turned even more depressed.

That was one of the most insane ideas she had ever heard. When Morgana was in front of her, Violet stared into her eyes, and only then she realized the purple iris was really bright, like it was shining. "Let's see how long you can take it." Morgana said and waved her hand, and Violet felt her body whirr and bump against the table. The vases and books above it fell on the floor. A few candles were blown out when Violet flew above them. "Are you really going to mess all your office just to provoke me?" Violet said with a teasing smile.

“I'm not staring at you.” “You are watching me, though. Like a hulk. Thought you'd be sleeping.” The big window made a screeching sound as I attempted to open it. The early morning wind hit me in the face. The stars seemed to crowd the sky today, more than usual. “The night looks lovely.” I nodded. I couldn't care less. But Violetta gazed at the sky, like she was completely dazed by it, like it was a new fascination. “That, right there. That's a constellation. And there, there's another,” she said, pointing as she got closer to the barricade.

As she spoke, Carissa addressed Rafael, "Please call Vanda. We have a patient here." Violet was settled in an empty room. She was so tired, she fell into a deep sleep before the medicine was even ready after Vanda examined her. All the way here, Violet had been so frustrated. Her health had always been robust, and she rarely suffered from even minor ailments. It was embarrassing that she had failed at a critical moment. She felt like an embarrassment to the Inferno Guild! When the medicine was ready, Carissa woke Violet up to drink it. Violet sat up and gulped it down, then asked, "How's Lawrence?"

Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise within her. She left them to do her bidding as she got out her crystal and tried to gaze into the ball. She only saw darkness and she almost yelled in frustration. She opened a tray that carried different poultices and began adding them to the mixture in Elise's hands. She collected the bowl and began chanting. The vulture began to shake and say Luna stone, Luna stone in a hoarse voice. Bianca backed away while Elise looked at the animal with interest. Violet suddenly had to stop mixing when her phone rang. “ It is your mate Elise and he is asking for you.”