Walking Dead Violet Novels & Stories

Hayden says. "Call Luca down," I say needing someone to be there with me, and he's the only one I trust. The elevator door opened and I walked out, seeing the doctors all standing up and waiting for Violet to get in, I saw her getting rolled in, she was dressed in white clothes again, she seemed to be sleeping, just sleeping, she was thinner than ever, her skin was very pale. Everyone started to move, they got her hooked to an IV, to machines scanning her body and blood, they were all talking in the same time, running and screaming while I stood there not able to move, I did that, if I didn't leave her, she wouldn't be this hurt.

Violet ignored her and continued to put on her camisole, then her dress. "You're not rested enough. Stay." I said gruffly, staying her hands from further activity. She however shook my hands off as she continued with what she was doing as though I hadn't said a word. On her way out of my bed chamber, Mira latched on her ankle. " You won't get away with this one." She bits out, eyes fuming. Violet said the most incredulous thing ever. "Then, watch me." She piped as she stepped over Mira's hand and walked confidently out of my bed chambers.

Did she know about all his flings and affairs? Odd compliment, but I took it and smiled at her as she shook my hand. “My name is Cassie. But you can call me Cass. That emotionally constipated brick wall is my brother. Half-brother, technically. And I am really jet-lagged right now.” She stifled a yawn, and I smiled at her, shaking her hand. “I am Violet, and I only want an alliance for my pack.” “Of course, you do. Because if you were a gold digger that strutted in impossibly high heels, I would have strangled you to death.”

It was pure silver energy. Kaelen gasped. He staggered backward, his knees hitting his heavy leather chair. The glass of whiskey on his desk began to vibrate. Small cracks spread across the crystal face of his expensive wall clock. "Violet... what... what is this?" Kaelen stammered. His eyes grew wide with sudden, primal fear. His inner wolf was trying to force him to his knees. The air in the room became too heavy to breathe. "Your scent... it's..."

George seized the opportunity to say, “Madam, please cook for Master Lucius in the future.” Violet shrugged. She did not believe that she had wormed her way into Lucius’s stomach. She only got lucky twice. If he could get sick of top-class ingredients, then he could get sick of normal food too. “I’ll just continue weeding the garden.” Her chances of survival would only increase if she reduced contact with him. Violet waved George goodbye and headed outside. George stared at her back strangely.

I'm sure Clyde would be happy to help his dear sister. The word oozed sarcasm from it, and Violet's fists clenched. "You're despicable." He laughed. "Oh, come on, Violet. You knew this was coming. You didn't seriously think you could escape your past, did you?" She had barely opened her mouth to retort when her phone whirred. It was Clyde. She hesitated a minute before answering. "Violet, where are you?" Clyde's voice cut through sharp with concern. “I… I’m out,” she said, glancing at Tony, who raised an eyebrow.

Once she arrived in the room, George was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging, Violet headed to her closet and changed into a pair of black leggings and a pink sports tank. She slipped on her white sneakers and gathered her brown hair into a ponytail behind the center of her skull. Violet secured her smart watch around her left wrist, picked up her wireless earbuds and tucked her phone into one of her legging pockets. Through all this, George was still missing in action. Violet turned off her bedroom light and followed the hallway to the front of her home, and that's when the vampire re-emerged. George stood with his back against the door, blocking Violet's path.

Jayce was startled awake by the sounds of Jordyn vomiting. He jumped up, glad that she was finally awake. She’d been in the pack hospital for two days without waking up. The first thing Myra did when they got back was hook her up on an IV to try and flush the wolfsbane and vampire venom from her system. Her healing magic wasn’t working well with the mix of the two, even Marilyn couldn’t touch it. He rushed over to her bedside, pushing the nurse call button as he tried to keep her from tearing out her IV.

"I'll give you anything you want! Just please don't leave me again! Please just talk to me!" Violet stopped walking ten feet away from where I was kneeling in the mud, staring down at me with disgust. She reached down to her waist, slowly pulling her curved dual silver daggers out from their leather sheaths. SCHWING! The polished silver flashed brightly under the yellow courtyard floodlights as she crossed the blades in front of her chest. "I'm not here to talk to a pathetic coward kneeling in the dirt," Violet said, her voice dropping into a deadly, firm tone.

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.