What Chapter Is Violet Tortured In Iron Flame Novels & Stories

Luka would bring her up, but he wouldn't care for her, because he would have more pups with his new Luna. She would grow up alone, in pain, or perhaps in hatred. The copper scent of my blood hung heavy in the air, an irresistible dinner bell for the lurking rogues. Violet was a storm of pure agony, her grief so vast she wanted to tear the world apart, starting with our own skin. "Calm down!" I screamed internally, my consciousness clawing for a foothold against her feral tide. My vision blurred, flickering between the dark forest and a bloody crimson haze...

"We'll handle this." Violet nodded, her inner turmoil warring against her desire to be by their side. She took a step back, her body trembling with the mounting intensity of her heat. The scent of her season filled the air, attracting the attention of the raiders, who redoubled their efforts to reach her. The battle had become a dangerous dance on a knife's edge, with Violet's presence acting as a magnet for conflict.

Her veins shone like molten rivers. Inside her mind, she stood on the edge of the forest’s last tree. The King Behind the Veil stood beside her. “You will return,” he said. “I won’t,” she whispered. “You will burn for them. All of them. And they will kneel.” His hand touched her shoulder— —and suddenly she was burning. From the inside out. Kael watched in horror as the fire began to change color—no longer gold, but violet. The same violet as Elira’s corrupted flame.

Chapter Ninety-Nine Violet's POV The tether's laughter echoes in the stillness, a sound so cold it sends a chill crawling up my spine. “You want answers now, do you? Brave little Violet, coming out here all alone, searching for truths you barely understand.” My breath hitches as the unseen force holding me still grows stronger, pressing down on me like invisible chains. I fight against it, my muscles straining with the effort, but my body refuses to move. “Let me go,” I manage, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound unafraid. “Tell me what you know. What am I attached to? What is my destiny?”

Her voice was mine But hollow Like someone had scraped the meaning from every word I lifted my hand, flame flaring “You’re not me.” She blinked slowly “No. I’m who you could’ve been if you’d chosen differently.” The Grove trembled beneath our feet as the corrupted version of me raised her hands and mirrored my flame Perfectly Same hue Same shape Same rhythm But colder More willing I struck first Violet fire arcing like a meteor through the sky She caught it with one hand And crushed it Not because she was stronger

she said, tugging at the dread he could conjure. Like an avalanche, it poured into Violet, turning her spine to liquid. She wanted to succumb, to wallow in fear while heat swallowed her, but the ice of the other side couldn't be forgotten. Violet grasped the cold in one hand and the flames in the other. With a deep breath she slammed them into each other.

After Darius tortured Violet mercilessly, he embraced her in his tender embrace. Violet opened her eyes with her heart beating fast in fear. Her hands were trembling and cold. She sat up slowly and looked at Darius who was sleeping. She kept telling herself not to be afraid. She had to kill him. She shifted her gaze from his face to her pillow and she took the wood carving in the shape of a violet flower that she had placed under the pillow earlier. She held it tightly in her trembling hands as she breathed in fright. She then stabbed the flower stalk into his neck.

He said, looking at his feet. Wow… these stories seem more and more twisted the more they are exposed! And because of the twists, more shit seems to have happened. It is not right… “That makes no sense though,” Violet’s sweet voice spoke softly “If she was your fated mate, and you cared for her, and loved her so much, how could you hurt her? Torture her to the point of death?”

-Violet- Violet’s chest heaved with a silent, seething fury as she stood alone in the dimly lit corner of her private library. The shadows from the towering bookshelves danced across her sharp features, mirroring the dark thoughts that churned within her. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the knuckles whitening with the grip of her rage. "Those bastards," she whispered venomously, the words barely escaping her lips as if they were too dangerous to be fully unleashed into the world.

I remain untouched as the flames swirl around me like wind, like dancing spirits. Gasps turn into cries of awe. The flames die. I am untouched. Still, Elvira is not satisfied, her eyebrows twitch showing her displeasure. I'm removed from the post, my body aching. She brings out something from the bag draped across her body. She walks up to me and looks at the cut she gave me. She opens the paper and pour the content on my wound. It burns immediately. Silver, I recognise the smell. I howl in pain, the pain climbing and moving all around my body, stopping in my womb and touching my children.