Vocaloid Purple Novels & Stories

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.

She looks ashamed. “Why is it hypocritical of you to judge me?” I look at her with my curiosity picked. “Let’s just say that I’m you in my pack, the one people love to gossip about for having something different, but with me, the reason people talk about me is my eyes. Purple eyes haven't been seen in over 147 years.” She explains to me. “Wow, you’re literally one of a kind. Well, let’s go find that book of yours.” I say standing up and grabbing Mrs. Linda’s note from her hand.