Violet Thorn Novels & Stories

I cried after both of you were gone I went inside and cried myself to sleep. I'm sorry sweet pea I know this letter has taken me way to long to finish you are now three years old. I had hoped that I could have finished the letter before now stating that Miss Peach's threat was over and delt with. The last word I have gotten from your father states he hasn't found her hiding spot yet. He has been dealing with her Golems she has created. I know this isn't great news my dear. Your mom stopped bringing you to me every week as promised. Steven has more control over her than I ever thought possible. When I see you you always ask, "Gma Please keep me. Can I just live with you forever?" My sweet pea

Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.

I order, I didn't create the AI to fill tubs for me, but I can use all the help I could have with Violet, I carried the naked sleeping baby to the warm bathroom, I tried to wake her up, not to startle her with the water. "Little girl, Violet, princess, it's bath time, can you wake up for me?" I say calmly into her ear, she mumbles a bit, opening her eyes slightly, she saw the bath being filled and her body being placed down. She whined at how evil I am for giving her a bath, but it was being done, she kept her hold on me, refusing to let go of my neck first, but I convinced her into holding to my arm only. The bath ended soon, I petted her dry, dressing her in another diaper, and a footie on

They finally entered an alcove area with a small counter, on top of which sat several vials. Violet suddenly reached out, took a small knife from her waistband, and sliced her wrist. She then reached over, grabbed a vial, and let her blood drip into it. When it was filled, she sealed it with a stopper. She bandaged her wrist with a rag, then held up the vial, examining it in the fading afternoon light. "You are putting your faith for his entire life in this one vial," Violet said. "And if it doesn't work?”

Oh, dear. ‘What a nuisance,’ Zin scoffed. I rolled my eyes, then raised two fingers. "I'll sing two songs but only with Vio—" she growled warningly, "Candytuft," Violet clapped her hands with excitement. Does anyone realise she has violet hair? Like did she dye it? And how is she human? "I'll start!" Where did Khloe abduct this child from?

“Hey, hey, can you hear me?” “Yeah,” I croak, my throat burning with the word and my lips so tight and chapped I feel them crack and bleed. “Shit, no, no…” Violet hisses, rushing away from me, leaving me shaking with Blossom trying to warm my arms. “What!” Blossom cries out. “We didn’t even think to check the fucking knife.” Violet shrieks, her shadow paces back and forth. “I think she has wolfsbane poisoning.” Blossom’s hand stops, and she gasps.

**Lord Thomas Ashworth. Vivian felt a chill that had nothing to do with the garden air. Instinct screamed *danger*. The novel’s memories surged: Thomas whispering about Sophia’s low birth, suggesting ‘accidents’, urging Vivian to use her position ruthlessly. He wasn’t just a brother; he was a puppeteer, and the original Vivian had been his willing marionette.

Violet pushed. "Thorne. It's Thorne. Dad's Beta." Quiet hit. Thick. Bad. Thorne had stuck with Dad twenty years. Solid. Relied on. Like kin. "You positive?" Violet asked soft. "Saw his face. Saw him snitching to Lila. Saw him grabbing payoff. Dirty cash for selling us out." "Why? What's in it for him?" "No clue. Don't give a damn. He's scum. He dosed my dad. Feeding Lila intel. He gotta go."

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.

three years ago. "Yes, Marcus?" "A courier arrived this morning. For you. Not for Mr. Thorne." He handed her a small, wax-sealed envelope. The seal was an eagle clutching a snake—the crest of the Vane familly. Lyra waited until Marcus left before opening it. Inside was a single, handwritten note: “The Architect always forgets that a building is only as strong as its foundation. I know about the kiss, Lyra. I know about the gas. How long can you keep him in the dark before I turn the lights on?”