Who Tortured Violet In Iron Flame Novels & Stories

I didn't bother to add the part that I helped Violet with her bath. Her whole body was itching, but she couldn't even scratch. Violet felt like she was on fire. She didn't tell me, but I could feel it. She was going through so much in that small body. She didn't want to let me. But with a little bit of authority, she finally let me. She lay in the bathtub like a dead body as I scrubbed slowly, avoiding her scars. That didn't stop her from flinching when the water passed through. I blinked, and Belladonna was back in front of me, speaking. I had no idea when I turned out.

My eyes are glued shut thanks to the mixture of tears and chlorine so I don't know exactly who pulled me out but the faint jumble of voices tells me that I am still alive. I feel painful compressions on my chest and I turn over to cough out the water, throwing up in the process. I have never been more humiliated, the pool should have killed me when it had the chance. I force my eyes open and see Hestia breath a sigh of relief, tears of her own leaving streaks on her cheeks. She takes me into her arms, "My God, Violet, I'm so glad you're okay." "You're," My voice croaks, "You're glad I'm okay?"

I say knowing she won't eat any real food now, Luca obeys my order handing me a bottle, I laid Vioelt over my elbow, covering her with a blanket hiding her completely feeding her a bottle. "She cries like that often?" Luca asks worried about her. "She's bored, overwhelmed, and only want me to hold her," I say with a sigh, she's not a happy baby anymore, she wants things that I don't know how to obtain for her. "You know she was raised in a cage, not a literal one, but a cage non the less, you're locking her in the tower now. She's worried about losing you, she's acting up since she's growing up, she needs more freedom," Luca says, he was right, Violet was locked her whole life, just because

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

“So where do you want me? In the room, sitting all day? You don’t get to tell me what to do.” The growl in my throat was nearly louder than the battle itself, but before I could answer, another enemy lunged at me, forcing me to tear my gaze from her and back to the fight. I slammed the attacker to the ground, claws ripping through his throat in one swift motion. The scent of blood was thick, choking the air. When I looked back, Violetta hadn’t moved, still standing there, fire in her eyes like she belonged in the middle of this madness. “Damn it, Violetta!” I snarled, shoving another Ironclaw away. “You think this is some game? Every second you’re here, you’re a target.”

Blood trickled down my vision and a little leaked down the corner of my lips. A pungent, repulsive smell immediately rose. It looks like Violet wants to kill me right now. But I don't understand why she hates me so much. "What do you want?" I said when I opened my mouth, blood was pouring out. Violet tapped her heels on the floor, her -cold staring at me. "I said I received orders to bring you back. I'm just getting you acquainted with the torture method so that there won't be much of a surprise when you taste it."

Her vision swam, momentarily blurring with the sudden, overwhelming pain. The world seemed to tilt, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. But even through the haze of agony, her eyes, defiant even in suffering, involuntarily lifted, scanning the faces of the silent observers. Her gaze locked with Vlad’s. He stood slightly apart from the other guards, his posture rigid, his face a mask of stoicism. But in that fleeting moment, as the searing iron pressed into Violet’s flesh, as the smell of burning skin filled the air, she saw it.

Violet Another crack followed, and a burning heat spread across my skin. A vague flashback hit me, and I instantly remembered. I also remembered that I didn’t like the feeling of it. Lumia was right. This was her payback. A gasp escaped as my fingers curled. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream, and didn’t even have the time to because everything happened so fast. ‘You are the one who is hurting herself. Just let go,’ Lumia purred. ‘Stop fighting and let me through.’

But before I could speak, a crash echoed across the living room, Inara wrestling Abigail over a stolen pastry, Blue flapping her tiny wings and screeching like the world was ending, Violet standing above all of them with the purest I’m-about-to-commit-arson expression I’d ever seen. Riven huffed, “Look at her. They fear that. A creature they can’t cage.” I smirked. “They should.” He looked at me sharply. “And so should we.” The thought should’ve scared me but it didn’t, instead it excited me. I shrugged, letting my eyes roam over her, the girl who once trembled in chains, now glowing, alive, powerful, laughing with her friends like she hadn’t nearly died twice this few days,,“If she burns,”

Its entire body was enveloped in flames, but now the flames took the shape of a fox's body. Cresssh... Violet was already in front of him, her hand stabbed into Lily's stomach with a burning glare. "You know what? I can absorb not only the enemy's magic, but also his life." Violet pulled her hand away while it seemed that white energy was also being attracted. "No way! Get off! Get off your hands!" Lily struggled while clawing at Violet, but couldn't hurt Violet one bit. "Hahaha even though I removed my master's barrier, you still can't scratch my skin!?" Violet released her aura to the point where it frightened her.