Violet Thorn Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

I made so many attempts in getting Violet killed, but that Dark Blood from hell was always with her! From the first day he came into our land, Thelma knew he was going to be trouble, and she had to go extreme, leading to the great war that helped us in executing Violet. I can still remember how I stabbed that sword right into her chest with the potion coated all over the edges. She cried in pain while I watched her power flowing slowly into the bottle Thelma gave to me. But Cadell! ARGH! That demon came in quickly and broke the sword, covering Violet with his darkness!

I winked at Beth and went to the horse and carriage not far from the house and began to lead it into the woods. I found some carrots on the ground and I fed it to the horse as well as some water. When I was done, I walked where Viper had been killed and saw that his body was still there. I removed his body away from the tree and checked his pockets only to see a purse. I grabbed it and checked it only to see that it contained silver. I kept the purse in my dress pocket and found something I could dig the ground with. Then I buried Viper in a far away distance and headed back to Beth's hut. By now, it was dark and Beth was standing outside looking worried.

She turned pale, her lips parting slightly. “Phantom Moon?” she repeated, her voice a cold whisper. She straightened and asked quietly, “Under whose family tree are you registered?” “Blackthorn,” I answered. Though the last name belonged to my mother, Elizabeth’s family seemed to have the same family name that I just realised. Violet’s eyes turned glacial. “Elizabeth Blackthorn?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Yes,” I said carefully. “You know my grandmother?” Her eyes bored into mine with a sharpness I had never seen in her before. “Dr. Scarlet,” she said in a voice that carried both pain and cold rage, “that is enough for today.”

As they stepped through the front door she let her claws extend out and clawed at his hand earning a grunt from him as he let go of her wrist. Violet didn't even spare a glance to see the damage she had caused him. She swiveled on her heels and began running out of there but who was she kidding? Lennox was a freakin 'vampire. He was right in front of her the very next second. She gasped and her eyes widened in shock when he grabbed her throat in a firm grip. He yanked her to him and gave her a light squeeze. Her feet were barely touching the ground as she grabbed his wrist trying to pry his brutal hold away.

I am the Violet who will reign, whether the world likes it or not. And when she comes near, I do the impossible. I jump higher than her and twist in the air. When our trajectories cross, I open my jaws wide, my teeth aligning with her throat in a fatal instant. And I bite. The sound is wet, grotesque. Lyun’s throat gives beneath my fangs. I tear flesh, tendon, what remains of my old friend and current rival. She tries to howl, a short, gurgling sound, as her life slips away.

Thorn didn’t hesitate. A blue-glass vial appeared in his hand, glowing with sigils etched in ancient fae gold. He crushed the seal and hurled it with deadly precision. The vial hit Shade’s chest. Magic exploded outward. A violent flash—pure white and blinding—erupted across the clearing. Thorn shielded his face. When the light faded… Shade wasn’t burned. He wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t dissolving like demons should. He was smiling.

Instead, I whispered, “Please don’t hurt me.” The world blurred into blackness. Rafael Moretti POV She fell into my arms like a broken thing. Too light. Too small. Too much blood. I caught her on reflex, cursing under my breath as her body went limp against me. Thin arms. Torn skin. Bones sharp under paper-thin skin. Damn it. I glanced toward the entrance of the club — Velvet — where the boys were still inside, drunk on easy money and harder liquor. No one had seen her fall.

With one brutal squeeze, his bones gave way and his head snapped off, leaving his lifeless body to collapse at her feet. The scene made the others shake. They acted instantly and started running towards the prison door. However, the silvery glow that was oozing from Violet's body chased after them and cocooned them. Like a rope, the glow bound around them. It grasped them and reeled them toward her. As all of them came nearer, Violet raised her right hand. Her nails grew into long, ten inches long sharp claws, and serrated like a saw’s blade. She struck them all in one swift move, cutting their throats open.

Their eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light, and their movements were unnaturally fast. "The Shadow Guard," Thorne whispered, reaching for a rusted sword leaning against the wall. "My father doesn't wait for guests to come to him. He brings the party to them." I felt the violet light behind my eyes flare up, hotter and more demanding than ever before. The "First Mother" inside me was screaming, wanting to be let out to play. "Killian!" I shouted as one of the shadows lunged at him. I didn't think. I didn't plan. I just threw my hand out, and a wave of violet energy blasted from my palm, slamming into the creature and disintegrating it into ash before it could touch my mate.