Violetshine Warriors Romane & Geschichten

* We drop in. The Court joins. It’s chaos. Beautiful, perfect, ours. I activate **Blood Rain**—gentle mode first. Violet drops fall upward from my palms, spiraling around the park like reverse snow. Healing mist. Everyone’s minor scratches (from yesterday’s over-enthusiastic spar) vanish. Seras laughs as her armor regenerates a dent she got from Lucian’s tail. Lucian roars approval, wings flaring. Kayo flips through the rain, tails glowing brighter, foxfire mixing with blood droplets into pink-violet fireworks.

The room was filled with a soft, pulsing violet light that seemed to emanate from her very skin. She looked out the window at the battlefield. The "Red Tide" was a memory, the "Blood-Moon" a stain on the snow. She saw the pack warriors and the Shadow Claws working together to clear the debris, their movements possessing a new, respectful rhythm. The hierarchy of the "Pure" and the "Defective" had been incinerated, replaced by a singular, desperate need for restoration.

The swords shot toward the one hundred thousand warriors found below almost instantly. Boom! Boom! Boom! An oval-shaped purplish-gold light shield appeared above the Marauder Warriors just in time. All the swords generated by James were destroyed as they hit the purplish-gold shield. A few seconds later, the shield gave way and shattered into pieces as well. The impact generated from the collisions tore the hundreds of Marauder Warriors nearby into pieces and sent those body parts flying away. James narrowed his eyes at the sight of that. On the other hand, Lesia, Yianni, and Morgott were left absolutely dumbfounded.

"We'll handle this." Violet nodded, her inner turmoil warring against her desire to be by their side. She took a step back, her body trembling with the mounting intensity of her heat. The scent of her season filled the air, attracting the attention of the raiders, who redoubled their efforts to reach her. The battle had become a dangerous dance on a knife's edge, with Violet's presence acting as a magnet for conflict.

And in the middle of it all… Violet. She moved among soldiers with both eyes closed. The pale silk clinging to her skin, a gold war helm framing her face, but her hands were empty. No sword. No weapon. I fought the Cave-Ocean Alpha, barely paying him attention. He was weak. All my focus was on her. She moved, not like a warrior, but like a flame. Her arms swayed, her body turning with tragic grace. She danced. Right there in the storm, amid flying arrows, chaos, and death… she danced.

I hugged her really tightly to deepen the kiss. "Okay.. it's time to cut the cake." Blake ruined the moment again. I swear he always does that. "Let's cut the cake." "I'm so happy for you, Violet Ashloc-" I glared at Rose and she laughed. "Oops.. I forgot that she's married to a baboon like you." Rose smirked and I hissed at her. "Thankyou Rose." Violet hugged Rose. "Violet Portwalt now." I whispered to her ear and kissed her cheek.

Main Characters: Violet Willow Wade - Luna Queen of the Royal Moonstone Pack (Wolf’s name Willa) Violet is a strong Alpha female, having lost her mother at the age of 5 she was brought up by her father and brother. Her mother had died in a rogue attack and ever since she has seen her brother and father being extremely protective over her. At the age of 19, she is the strongest female warrior in the pack, she has trained all her life because she did not want to be vulnerable or weak in front of anyone. She is very loving and caring in nature and is loved by her entire pack for her gentleness and kindness towards them. She despises old customer especially being sold to someone as their bride a

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Never had it been like this, like a tidal wave that swept me away, pouring into my mouth and filling my lungs with its salty sting no matter how many times I wretched and coughed, trying my damnedest to expel it. Blaze swung clumsily, but his movements were spurred on by adrenaline and shock. His fists deflected off Violet, propelled by what waning strength he had left. Violet, on the other hand, seemed like she was only getting started. She pulled the knife from his eye again, leaving me speechless as she plunged it back in. Again and again her rage revealed itself until finally, Blaze stumbled and dropped to the ground. As his skull bounced off the concrete with a resounding crack a violen

Hazel slashed him with her claws and I stabbed another at our sides, taking to our heels. I looked over my shoulder and found the rogues seemingly unharmed. We fought as much as we could, but they kept flooding in nonstop. “They are too many!” Hazel yelled from a distance. I looked around, my chest rising and falling from exhaustion. The longer we fought, the more I realized it wasn't Corvina. It couldn't be. She couldn't command these many rogues. My grip on my dagger was steady, with my gaze locked on the rogues around me. I knew the war did not eliminate them all, but I didn't think they were still this much.