Who Tortured Violet In Iron Flame Novels & Stories

He growled. "No..." "Why? Didn't you care for him? I personally tortured him. I cut his fingers slowly, relishing every look of agony on his face and enjoying the melody of every pained cry he made. Then I cut his hands off, slower than before, and let him suffer the pain, until he begged for death." That was all it took for Violet's dam to break as she cried and sobbed, her body trembling and face turning red. He was a monster; a self gratified monster, and he was going to kill her.

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...

Violet mumbled as she looked over his tattoos. Which tattoo had she seen before? Did she mean that she’d seen that specific tattoo on him or from somewhere else? Violet took the bitch’s phone from her pocket. The fingerprint unlock function had already been disabled so that it could be accessed without the bitch’s help. She pulled up the same video from earlier with Candice being tortured. Thankfully, the volume was silenced because I knew that nobody wanted to hear her pain again. I could only imagine how strong she was because of everything she had to endure over the past two years. It would’ve completely shattered me into a million small pieces that could never be fixed if it had been me

Small, dark, and swirling with a sickly crimson liquid, it gleamed under the dim torchlight. The runes etched into its surface seemed alive, shifting and curling like snakes on her fingertips. "You know," Violet mused, gently removing the lid and inhaling the scent of my blood. "Every single thing I’ve done—every lie, every spell, every death—was for this moment." Her voice wavered, not with regret, but with something more dangerous—obsession. "After the fight with your people," she began softly, "I walked into the throne room, searching for Scarlet. I thought if I found her, I’d find answers. But all I found was her body—lifeless and crumpled on the floor."

“I’ve been dead since the day you decided to use me. So go ahead… kill me and end this torture!” Violet was at my side in an instant, her hands gently patting my shoulders. “Mira, please, try to calm down.” But I couldn’t. The fire inside me burned too hot, too fierce. I was shaking, my vision blurring with tears I refused to let fall. Kieran didn’t even care about my outburst. He turned to Violet and asked in a cold, detached voice, “Can you determine the gender this time?” That was the final nail in the coffin.

She didn’t seem to notice me drawing closer, her eyes locked on Blaze’s face. “You killed him.” I replied calmly, not at all helping the situation, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Her reactions were so genuine, so pure that it was almost easy to believe she hadn’t wanted to hurt him. “H-He wanted…he wanted me t-to take Olive’s p-place. H-He t-touched me and I just…I just blacked out. I didn’t…” Violet’s lips trembled, quivering like the sweet petals of a rose. She looked down at her hands and the blood that coated them. “I’m…I’m a monster.”

Then he kept her weak soul in a box to rot. That same night, he'd brought in another play thing to ignite the new found energy inside of him. By forcing them into the hot playground, he crafted the energy and made it his. Sucking all the playthings energy to make it his own. Violet was shaking now. Angry tears rolling down her cheeks. Her skin broke with cold sweat and she let out a loud piercing scream and something in her chest clicked. Ice exploded out of her chest and covered the entire garden with ice. She opened her eyes and squinted at how bright the sun was. She felt light-headed so she laid on the ground and closed her eyes.

I stood there, hands clenched into fists at my sides, words stuck in my throat like barbed wire. Because I couldn't fucking speak. Not when Violet was spitting fire. Not when Emily was barely holding herself together, her eyes flashing with something close to rage. Violet had always been the quieter one. Back then, she swallowed her pain, buried it beneath forced smiles, let Emily's cruelty slide off her back. But this Violet? This wasn't the woman I left behind. This was a woman reborn in fire. And she was burning everything in her path-including me. Emily was shaking now, her hands trembling as she clenched her fists. I knew that look-I'd seen it before, right before she snapped.

Snapping my eyes open, I watch as the blue and orange flames tangle, becoming one, and colliding so hard that my body gets thrown back with the force. The glass of the windows breaks and shatters around the hall. The violet—blue flame reigns, wrapping around me, around everyone as if protecting and healing others. I glance down at my palms. My blisters start disappearing. An ear—piercing screech of torment tears through my heart and makes me look up. I can’t see the fireball anymore. I can’t even see Natalie because of the Violet—blue hue now covering everything. “ Natalie. ” I push myself to my feet and sprint in the direction where I last saw her.

I go downstairs, I take a bottle of Vodka, I pour it into a glass, I drink it in one gulp". I throw the glass to the floor, it breaks and scatters on the ground. I feel like I'm losing it, I take the bottle and start drinking from there. I stop, I try to catch my breath, and I close my eyes. ______Two years ago I get a call 'There's been an accident sir, your driver and your wife, well, the car, it exploded '. I quickly grab my coat, I rush to the front door "Where do you think you're going?". Benita asked walking toward me I reply with my panting voice" Violet, explosion-". "So? it's an explosion, there's no way she could've survived". I fall my coat "You did this?" I ask with disbelief She