What Chapter Is Violet Tortured In Iron Flame Novels & Stories

she asked as she took that long red hair to curl around her finger "what do you want me to do? A war against the archduke's family?" "No dear...worse" a mischievous smile invaded her lips, one that would be unusual on the face of a child of that age "villains are not just people who cause blood...they are people who also cause agony, social isolations, an emotional hell. ..." the tone became velvety at that moment, one that completely fit with that image, the image of someone telling his Machiavellian plan "all you need to do, my dear violet... is see a way to bring the sea of fire to him."

But before they could even approach us, I set a large fire around us. "Fhyra! What are you doing?! Argh!" Cool said and grunted when he got burned when he grabbed and touch my shoulders. "Don't touch me! You'll get burned!" I yelled at him. The guards were trying to extinguish the fire I made. But they can't. Although all Flamias had the ability to control fire, a normal flamia like them can't compare to the royal blood's abilities. Not to mention that I made these fire barriers with rage.

"Get out, Lily! This isn't working, and I need to be alone. Leave me!" Lily refused to move, her eyes pleading with me. "Please, Damien, let me try something else. Maybe a different approach will—" I cut her off, my voice harsh and unwavering. "I said get out!" I roared, my eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and growing anger. "This is not your fault, nor is it mine. Something is amiss, and I need to be alone to process this." She scurried to gather her clothes, her eyes downcast, her body language conveying her hurt and confusion. Finally, she fled my chamber, leaving me alone with my turbulent thoughts and a body that had seemingly betrayed me.

She wanted both. Instead, she kissed him again, hard enough to taste blood. OUTER GROUNDS – SAME NIGHT The boy crouched by the burned wall of the compound. His scar gleamed in the moonlight, and his hands shook not from fear, but anticipation. Violet’s hand rested on his shoulder. Alive. Breathing. Her eyes bright with a fever that came from betrayal carried too long. “They don’t understand you,” she murmured. “But I do. You weren’t made to follow. You were made to erase.”

It was as though she had created an abyss for herself, as she began to pound her chest with her tight fisted hand. With each pound, it felt like something heavy was hurled at me. She did it over and over again until I caught her wrist in mine. She turned to see who had dared hindered her self-punishment. Her face was so swollen and red that my heart melted. I will kill the bastard, for daring to hurt my woman like this. Violet looked unfazed as though she were in a maze. "Violet?" I whispered. She just stared at me. No emotion, no strength, no nothing.

Violet The explosion roared underneath us, shaking the floorboards so violently that I almost lost my footing. Thick gray smoke rolled up through the cracked floorboards as alarms began to blare all across the house. Before the traitorous beta could even laugh again, Dante snapped his neck with a cold, sickening crunch. Dante dropped the dead body to the floor like trash and turned his sharp eyes to me. "Are you hurt, Violet?" Dante asked, his voice dead serious over the screaming alarms.

She paused, reaching out to adjust my collar where it had slipped. "Rough night in the den?" she teased. I yanked the fabric back, my face heating up. "No." "No? Then why are your eyes so swollen and your scent so... saturated?" I looked away. Cole had kept me awake until the moon began to set, his stamina a cruel reminder of his Alpha blood. Fortunately, Sally didn't push. She just headed for the ER, leaving me to my thoughts. But the peace didn't last. A nurse burst in, breathless. "Ivy! You need to get to the burn unit. Talia Brooks is in your mother’s room."

She stopped and lifted her gaze to meet mine. I looked away for a moment. She was right, I hadn’t really fought back. All of Onyx’s blows had been to pin her down, while Íris’s had been meant to kill. Violet’s bruises were from falling or bumping into the broken furniture, not from direct hits. And as for her question… I didn’t know how to answer without sounding weak. I had been furious, consumed by rage, but I hadn’t wanted to hurt her. I felt ridiculous for feeling this way about someone I had captured with the intention of torturing.

_______________ Rowyn POV I woke up on the couch sandwiched between two warm, gloriously half naked godbloods. Not a bad way to start a Sunday. Then my stomach decided to scream at full volume, growling like some hellbeast was trapped inside me. Both Zephyr and Kalyx cracked one eye open and groaned. Zephyr rubbed his face. “Damn, Flame. Was that your stomach or did Vaerion summon a demon?” Kalyx sat up, stretching his arms over his head like a smug cat. “Either way, sounds like someone needs feeding before she bites.”

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> Chapter 20 Violet's POV This would have been a regular nightmare even with the choking if he hadn't looked in my eyes and said those words, "It's all your fault." 6 years ago. The night of the Water Moon. The ritual left me exhausted. Nana said it was for my good, but I felt bound and my least favorite part was the drug in the tea she gave me. I stretched, trying to feel my limbs but it felt even heavier than lead.