Violet Thorn Novels & Stories

Blythe. Mrs. Blythe looked at Violet. “I heard enough,” the housekeeper said. Violet took the waffle. Not because she was hungry. Because refusing it felt disrespectful to whatever strange, terrifying sisterhood Cain House had accidentally started building in the cracks of its own walls. Then she looked at Theodore. “Tomorrow,” she said. He nodded. “Tomorrow.” But as Violet left the morning room with Mrs. Blythe, the papers held tight against her chest and Eleanor’s necklace cold in her pocket, she heard the phone click behind her.

The violet thread led us unerringly through the dark, glinting like a vein of starlight in the gloom. And then we saw it. At the edge of a clearing, beside a well long forgotten by time, stood Jennifer. She was utterly frozen like a child’s porcelain doll left out in the rain. Her arms were lifted slightly, her limbs crisscrossed with glowing violet threads that pulsed with every silent beat of her trapped heart. They tethered her to a second sigil carved deep into the stone rim of the well, its lines filled with crushed obsidian and dried wolf’s bane.

His soul shivered before breaking apart, the wind taking it away. Violet saw Olivia and Hestia pinned against the edge of the bridge. They held their heads and screamed. Dalyla's mania was taking hold. Raegan still had Rabiah distracted. Her razor-sharp gold talons raking at the dead queen. Violet rushed to the queen and gripped her shoulder. Flames bloomed before Violet's vision. Iridescent lilies made of blue and red fire. White-hot roses crowned her head, their petals searing her skin. A cry rose to her lips but Violet couldn't quite hear it—as if someone else was feeling her pain.

The hellebores came in on a Thursday. She wasn't watching for them. That was the thing. In the first February she had watched for them, or rather, had had them pointed out to her. She had stood with Mr. Osei in the frost and looked at the small impossible purple things and understood what they were and what they meant. Stubborn. Early. Holding. This February she came downstairs on a Thursday morning and went to the kitchen window with her coffee, and they were simply there.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

But he felt nothing. Nothing. Just the taste of her blood on his tongue and disappointment, mixed with confusion. Violet was in a daze. She moaned in pain as blood poured from the torn crescents he had carved into her throat, thick, dark, too much. Pnic set it, as he quickly cupped her throat.

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-

Those eyes of hers flashed in my memory, yanked from the vault I’d locked them away in. I’d seen them before, full of malice, rage, hate, pain…but never innocence. That was what they burned with now—that and horror, because she felt the same thing as I. The blasted bond between us, the one I’d surely destroy the moment I claimed her life. She wasn’t disabled, just scarred…scarred and here at Darkling University. Violet, my Violet. As my eyes found the jagged line slashed across her slender throat, her face reddened like the petals of a rose unfurling beneath her skin. One second I looked away, to snap at Cole for begging for my attention like a six-year-old, and she was gone.

I’m miserable and there they are wearing nice clothes and eating in Manhattan with the source of inheritance from my parents that was left for me. I clenched my jaw in anger and my hand onto my purse. For a moment, the thought of losing my virginity unconsciously fade away. I can’t let this be a way of my vengeance. I’m close to making their life miserable especially when I know where they are now. I went back home, throwing my purse on my bed and looking at myself in the mirror. I look like a mess. Swollen eyes, messy hair and my makeup is a mess.I shower and change into my pajamas and sleep because tomorrow I am going to work per normal and forget about what Adrian did to me. Is just sex i

With that, he started walking away. Violet sighed and gathered energy in her right hand, then she threw it against the cave and it made a crack but then she felt the energy backfire and hit her in the chest. She fell on her knees and held her chest as she looked at the small crack she made on the cave. In the past, if she did that. Every piece of the creation would be in ruins but now, she had to watch her power backfire on her. “Violet!” Poison grabbed her hand and she brushed him off. “It's not a problem. Just a crack in my spirit.”