Walking Dead Violet Novels & Stories

Elise asked but Violet shook her head. “ Valdosta is supposed to make him break that covenant or turn him into a mind control zombie. She is also a world class hypnotist too. She is really good at what she does and she should not be underestimated at all.” violet explained and the both of them nodded. But before Bianca could launch into her own findings, a woman dressed in a purple hood and a hat made with webs and cotton walked into the restaurant attracting their attention. She began stumbling and walking into people making people to leave the road for her and before they could say jack.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

Without so much as a whimper, Violet’s legs folded and she slid into unconsciousness, her body sinking into my arms before it could hit the floor. Violet was going through Wolfsbane withdrawal, and I was going to figure out why.

Gamma Teo said. Violet became agitated by the way they kept mentioning Daniel. She did not want to hear about him. "I will think about it." Everyone turned silent. Since she said she would do something, they trusted her blindly. Violet started walking toward the front door of her house. She could feel pain in her hand. Maybe the poison began to affect her body. Her head was spinning. Something was moving inside, making her feel uneasy. She moved closer to the pillar near the door. Her legs were unbalanced due to her spinning head, but she held on to the pillar to keep herself upright.

ALEX It was as detached as people say it is, People wearing all black, overcast weather, and the little cries here and there coming from people who only showed up to make themselves look good like they were important to the woman lying in the lavender grey casket. After throwing the last white rose into the six-foot deep hole, everyone disappeared to the reception that Nancy and Nicolas had taken care of. I stayed, leaning against an oak tree, watching as they filled my mother's new home up with dirt.

Isabelle smiled a little, she did what he asked happily. Violet was brought to the ground, her body held by a Red Witch named Claida. One of Ivanka's children. The witch used her magic so that Violet could not shifted. "I will kill you and your child" Claida threatened, She saw Violet crossing the forest and immediately attacked her. On Ivanka's orders, she would kill anyone who had a connection to Ayana. Violet was breathing heavily. She tried to push her body away, "I'm not pregnant." Claida laughed loudly "Don't lie. No one can lie to a witch."

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

Violet Something terrible is going to happen today. I don’t know why I feel like that as I carefully walk down the stairs with my blonde hair flowing behind me. My long white dress is soft like silk and hugs my porcelain skin in all the right places. Everyone’s eyes are on me—the Alpha king’s daughter—as I approach the bottom floor where the mating ball is waiting for me.

Jogging back into the mansion's stone interior, a bone chilling sensation follows me. The next morning, the weather was particularly stormy and cold. I approach the kitchen with the goal of some buttered toast, but get intercepted by a sudden shout. “Mr. Whitlock!” a young kitchen aid calls me. Surprised, I turn my head their way and find them pointing out the window. Walking in a piercing cold downpour, was Violet. Her hair and clothes are a soaked mess, but her expression is more vacant than normal. Swiping the nearest umbrella, I make a mad dash towards her as she absent mindedly strolls in the deluge.