Walking Dead Violet Novels & Stories

Violetta pauses. “With all due respect ma’am, I don’t intend to hurt Nova and if you are thinking of telling me their sex I already have my suspicions and I do not care what sex they are. I am immensely attracted to them, but even more so in love with them.” I sigh then under my breath “Cade and Gina are right I just needed to admit it to myself.” “Good! Because Nova doesn’t deserve the hate that they sometimes receive least of all from someone who should be showing them affection!” She pins me with her eyes and I feel like there is more to this that she is not about to tell me.

’ She tells me. ‘But this isn’t normal to keep passing out, is it?’ I ask. ‘I am not sure if I am honest.’ She tells me. ‘Maybe ask Ros’ ‘Oh yeah cos that aint going to be awkward’ I tell her. I can hear her chuckling through the mindlink. ‘Good luck’ she tells me. ‘Aunt Ros?’ I mind link. ‘sorry to disturb you. Violet has gone into heat, but she keeps passing out. Saying she is too hot, obviously. But then will pass out, like cold.’ I tell her.

I shout to Neil, who is also shifting, "I may be an Omega, but I'll show you that smokers and drunks like you are trash!" Zane's POV Violet's clothes crack inch by inch and she shifts into a purple-furred wolf. As an omega, she isn't small. Her size is like a normal werewolf and even looks more powerful. Her purple fur shines silvery in the sunlight, carrying a sense of sacredness and looking very beautiful. ‘Just let me take over and I can take these guys out pretty easily.’ Ziv yells. Neil is lunging at Violet but is slapped to the ground with her paw. Violet bites down hard on the bridge of Neil's nose, and red blood roams out of his wound.

As I approached them they made way for me, parting the center that led to where Violet lay on the floor. My heart clenched with fury and pain, I went close to her and picked her up in my arms, she was almost unresponsive, only the little words she was saying with labored breath as she battled to stay alive made me know that she was alive. I wanted to beat these motherfuckers one by one with my bare hands but there was no time for that. I had to save Violet, so I ran off with her in my hands. “Get the cars!” I shouted running with Violet in my hands, and my men did as they were told.

Zoey, I feel as if I could have stopped this. If I would have just come back earlier and stayed, if I had just told her how I feel. Maybe she wouldn’t have done this. Everyone is afraid of her and she wouldn’t hurt an innocent person. Even you were acting like you were terrified of her.” Zoey just held her head down letting her tears of guilt silently fall down her cheeks. Not knowing what to say she walked up to her twin and hugged him as they cried together. Finally speaking up she said, “We both messed up. She needed us the most and we weren’t here.” After talking they were so exhausted and emotionally drained that they went to bed. Violet had another nightmare and woke up in a rage of fu

I growl, “You stupid fucking cunt, you don’t own me.” "Farrow, what's happening?" Danny asks grabbing my arms to pull my gun down instead of pointing at everyone, "Who are you fighting with?" "You don't hear her? Violet?" I ask, but Danny shakes his head, "She's playing me. Lilith. She's..." I close my eyes to re-group. The facts are this: Violet is definitely dead. And so is her whole coven. Lilith is here all by herself. She is a five-foot-nothing, half-my-weight woman. She's creating illusions that aren't real.

᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽ He had seen her again, had met those violet eyes he had seen lifeless, had seen that white hair without being stained with a viscous, icy crimson. He just saw her, being a child and simply... living.

Violet’s pale face was streaked with tears and blood, her chest rising faintly. “Kael…” she whispered weakly, her voice barely audible over the rain. He leaned closer, his expression softening. “I’m here, Violet. I’m right here.” Her lips curved into the faintest smile. “You came…” He squeezed her hand gently. “You’re the strongest witch I’ve ever known.” Violet’s eyes fluttered, a tear slipping down her cheek before she passed out in his arms. Marek approached slowly, his fur matted, his breathing ragged. “She’s alive,” he said, nodding. “Barely, but alive.”

The werewolf that Osmund once helped, she came and changed clothes and took care of Sharmaine's wounds. Looking at the beautiful girl lying on the bed, her breathing was somewhat weak. Violet is quiet, she is an orphan werewolf with a talent for healing, from birth she understands fate and world order, she is obedient and understanding. In one time saving people from vampires she was seriously injured, fortunately Osmund appeared and saved her. Violet is indebted to him and volunteers to work for Osmund all her life. “Violet, how is she?” Violet saw Osmund worry about the unconscious girl, her heart ached a little. When she was saved by Osmund, Violet had feelings for him, but this cold man

After beholding the scene, he wasn't sure he could look at her the same. “Let's go back,” Violet said and in the blink of the eye, they appeared in front of Alaric mansion. “What about the body? It'll become news that someone died by morning.” “I know.” Said Violet recklessly, “I meant for that to happen.” With that, she started walking to the mansion. Alaric clenched his fists, then let go. He had regrets. He shouldn't have let the man from earlier die. He sighed and watched Violet enter the house in a somewhat jovial mood, he also followed behind her and as soon as the front door was shut, Violet appeared in front of him, placing her bloody sword near his nose.