Walking Dead Violet Novels & Stories

"Ivy! You need to get to the burn unit. Talia Brooks is in your mother’s room." The juice carton slipped from my hand, splashing amber liquid across the white tile. I didn't stop to clean it. I ran. "Ivy, I’m so sorry," Matt, one of the junior residents, said as I reached the wing. He looked sick with guilt. "I don't know how she bypassed security. By the time I saw her, she was already inside." I knew exactly how. Jane Yoris had the keys to every door in this building. I reached the sterile observation window and froze. Talia was on her knees by the door, clutching the internal comms phone, her face a mask of performative grief.

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

She took a step forward, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly. “There is no other path, Hertor. I’ve thought about this for a long time before coming to you.” “There is!” I shot back, frustration rising. “There’s always another way that doesn’t involve blood. There has to be.” “Not for me,” Violet replied, frustration threading her voice. “Not after everything he’s done. Not after everything he’s taken from me.” She moved closer, until I could smell her, that mix of strength and something dangerously familiar.

It was on her. Violet sat on a flat stretch of stone near the edge of camp while Anna cleaned the shallow rake along her shoulder. The sleeve of her shirt had been cut away, exposing angry red lines that crossed older scars mapped across her skin. She didn’t flinch when antiseptic was poured over the wound. She simply watched the tree line like she expected something else to emerge from it. She was the picture of unshakable control. As if driving a blade through Brogan’s skull had been no more taxing than morning drills for her.

Thanks, my personal power bank. "Urk—" A mouthful of dark blood spilled from her lips. Her eyes bulged as she stared at the ceiling. The heart monitor released one long, piercing tone. Violet was dead. The system instantly locked onto Kent. I turned toward him. "Now it's your turn."

GOLDEN-VILLE 15th October 1865 His dead mother was found lying in the middle of the streets. Raindrops were splashing on the earth. Her clothes were drenched by the flow of water on the paths in the streets. Strands of her hair were dampened in the rain and the liquid had washed off the blood that was on her arms and neck leaving scratches and bite marks. Around her neck was the exact red amulet that Darius stole from him. Vadim could see the bite marks. She was murdered by vampires. Her skin was cold and her eyes were open. Vadim whimpered as he closed her eyes, grasping her head and pulling her cold body closer. He couldn't believe it. She was gone. The only soul on earth who had always be

It didn’t cover them entirely, but the gesture was enough to let Willow and Katie know they would have to go through her first before reaching the kids—which meant killing her before killing them. “Why are you like this, Willow? Aren’t you ashamed? Fighting for a man in this century? That should win the award for the most degrading attitude of the year,” Violet spat. Since tears and misery weren’t working, she decided to taunt them with words, hoping to buy time until she could come up with a plan to save herself and her children. Willow stopped in her tracks, brows furrowed. She hadn’t expected Violet’s response. She was staring death in the face, yet she had the audacity to talk back fearl

"That's why I never had the option of killing you, tell me Violet when you were charged for your father's death , how did it feel like? How did it feel like to walk away freely because of your disability even after admitting to it?" "You always underestimated me you mother fucker!" Violet suddenly uses her foot to hit Jesse's crutch, she gets on her feet pretty quickly and uses her staff to hit his head, she does it again and this time with a round kick, his gun falls off and she manages to grab it, she points it at him but unfortunately for her she was like two inches away from him I manage to gather enough streght to tell her "Violet, move two inches to your left!"

The red dot on my phone screen was moving slowly, but it was still within the vicinity of Mira's apartment. I looked out of the glass as I drove slowly towards the red dot, not knowing whether she was in a taxi or not. Violet, please be fine. I caught a figure crouching down on the left walkway and stopped. I didn't need to get closer to find out that the redhead was Violet. I got out of the car and hurried towards her anxiously. She was sobbing so hard that her body was shaking, her hair was down, covering her face and splayed on her back.

Jacqueline whispered. “To you, Wu. For doing this” Maria said. “No, to Aal and to Ruby. And to Amelia and how we started. Where we started to where we are—” “It’s for us. It’s to us—The Vamps” I cheered. - Wu might have liked visiting the graves of the people she’d lost. Perhaps because she was just like Jacqueline. She wanted to close to them once more. But she hadn’t been there in a year. Not to Aaliyah’s or to Jade’s or to Ruby’s. Except now.