Violet Thorn Novels & Stories

They were known for making examples of those who crossed them. “You’ve heard what happens when someone becomes a threat to something we consider ours.” I watched the color drain from his face. “I imagine you thought those stories were exaggerated.” I smiled faintly. “They weren’t.” Thorne tried to summon his magic. I was faster. I seized his wrist and twisted it behind his back, forcing him down onto one knee. He gasped. I leaned close enough that he could see the red burning in my eyes. “You made one very serious mistake tonight, Elder Thorne.” He struggled against my grip.

It began in a shadow-draped alley behind the gutted cathedral of Vienna—once a center of Hollow experiments, now a ruin surrounded by silence. Bain and Vulture stood side by side, dressed in black, the sigils of the Thorned Circle engraved beneath their coats. Across from them, a woman emerged—pale, veiled, lips stitched shut. Her name was Mother Throe, a defected priestess of the Hollow cult. She held a small scroll bound in scarlet twine.

He didn't touch me--he couldn't. The sheer pressure of the energy vibrating off my skin acted like a physical shield, a barrier of pure lunar pressure that shoved his fingers back with a visible spark of violet electricity. "Thorne isn't just coming for a wife. He’s coming for the 'Sovereign' he thinks he can chain. Look at the horizon. I can smell the rot of fifty wolves on the wind. They aren't coming to talk. They are coming to cage you." I stared at my hands, and the scream stuck in my throat. The skin was growing clear, like fine ceramics in front of a fire. The veins underneath were no longer blue, but followed a rhythmic, liquid violet light that beat in time with my heart which was r

Violet Hathaway Hathaway Residence hours before Today is Annabel's birthday, my 2 year old little sister. She looks a lot like me, everyone says so. Annabel is white, with black hair and blue eyes. She's like I was when she was little, except for her eye color, mine are black. My name is Violet and I am the eldest of the twins. My identical twin is named Sarah, but she's been living in another city since Mom found out she was pregnant with Anna.

"Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless." "It isn't mint," Francis snapped, his jaw tightening. "It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart."

Her fingers bumped something metallic, half-buried beneath a collapsed plank of wood. She tugged gently, uncovering a small, rusty tin. Her heartbeat spiked excitedly. Inside, wrapped in what looked like satin, was a flash drive… and a folded note bearing yet another cryptic message: Truth has teeth. Bite before it bites you. —M. She clutched it tightly, her hands shaking as she stood and hurried quietly back through the tunnels to her room. ************************************************** When Sergio found her in the study half an hour later, she didn’t even glance up. The screen in front of her glowed faintly in the dark room.

It seemed that was all that was missing for these two, F******k official, Darren seemed to be dragging his feet, the big debate of a guy his age, to actually commit to a committed relatioship or continue the casual flirtation that usually turned to friends with benefits. The girls had made one complete turn of the downstairs as Violet finished up the last sips of her second cup of beer, she felt the felt the tingles of the liquid starting the beginning process of what they did best, intoxicate. Violet took no notice of the stranger in the corner that had his eyes on her even before she walked through the doors. He had noticed her presence even before she made a physical appearance in front

The face and prestige of the Thorne family were known throughout the city and beyond. After enquiring at the reception, he was directed to Jessica Willows, who had been sent in in the early hours of the morning. Getting there, Ann was seated there, worry and concern etching every corner of her face. But they were both unfamiliar to themselves. Except that Ann recognized Liam Thorne of the Thornes. “... Excuse me. Is this the ward for Jessica Willows?” He asked firmly. “... Yes.” She replied curtly. Liam, without waiting another Second, swung the door open.

Violet gazed at the picture, gasping for air as a wave of icy recognition swept over her. The leader of the mercenaries, a terrifyingly famous person, had a personal connection to her father. An old enemy. A shadow from her father’s complicated, brutal life. A ghost returned to haunt her. The name, whispered by Silas, sent a fresh wave of ice through Violet’s veins, a terrifying understanding of the depth of the vengeance that now drove this formidable enemy. "Valerius Thorne," Silas stated, his voice low, solemn. "He swore revenge on your father, Violetta. For a perceived betrayal. For a contract gone wrong. He said he would take everything from him. And now… he’s here. For you."

He leaned back as he examined it . "Dante Yolando, resident doctor in general medicine, Saint Hok's hospital. Age: Twenty-five years. Zodiaca sign: Aries. Height; 5'7. Has a single mother and a sister." Sebastian read out loud. He thought their last meeting would be yesterday but he just couldn't get Dante out of his head. He wants to know more about him. For some reason, he is curious.