Who Tortured Violet In Iron Flame Novels & Stories

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.

It was on her. Violet sat on a flat stretch of stone near the edge of camp while Anna cleaned the shallow rake along her shoulder. The sleeve of her shirt had been cut away, exposing angry red lines that crossed older scars mapped across her skin. She didn’t flinch when antiseptic was poured over the wound. She simply watched the tree line like she expected something else to emerge from it. She was the picture of unshakable control. As if driving a blade through Brogan’s skull had been no more taxing than morning drills for her.

Blood dripped onto the glowing symbols. The fire surged. And then— Draven screamed. ******************* The sound tore through Violetta like nothing she had ever heard before. Not rage. Not pain. Something deeper. Something primal. She stumbled forward— stopped only inches from the edge of the circle. Her nails dug into her palms. “Draven—!” His body arched violently as the fire wrapped around him. Not burning his skin— but tearing through something inside him. His eyes flashed black. Then red. Then something else entirely.

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?”

She whimper. "After kidnapping me do you intend to torture me too? Why are you doing this? Do I have wronged you?" Violet looked into his eyes. The girl's lips pursed. Really cute when angry. "I didn't kidnap you Violet. Don't talk like I'm a uncivilized animal. You're my mate and it's only natural that we'll live together. I should have taken you a long time ago." "I'm not your mate" she tried to push his chest

While Violet was in pain and trying to get up, Adam chased after her. Violet heard rapid footsteps so she panicked even more, but before she could get up, she was pressed down by the bastard once again. The place where the tree branch pierced the wound was bleeding more and more pain. Violet shouted: “AAAAAAAAAA! DAMN IT! Get off me! Release me quickly! That's hurt! Is anyone there? Help me! Help me!" Adam didn't like trouble, so he covered her mouth and didn't give her a chance to call for help. Under his pressure, Violet struggled harder but all were overwhelmed by Adam's strong body, the more she struggled, the more excited he became.

She thought to herself as she clenched her teeth. “Let's continue,” Darius told Violet and they both continued with their spells and practice. Then a thought came to him, “Violet, if you knew you didn't want to hurt her with the ice spikes then why send it to her and pay the wrong message?” Darius asked his thoughts aloud to Violet. “I never made them turn to water,” Violet said, almost complaining. Darius looked at her and asked, “Are you sure about that?” “I just said I didn't turn it to water and I already apologized I didn't want to hurt her with the ice,” Violet replied to Darius almost pouting now like a child.

“But what I do is none of your business.” The words hit harder than they should. Not because I believe them. Because he wants me to. Silence settles heavily through the room. Several wolves nearby suddenly look very uncomfortable. Even Lorie seems surprised he said it out loud. Something inside me breaks. The temperature in the room spikes instantly. Archer notices first. His expression changing sharply. “Aria..” Too late. Fire erupts from my hands. Gasps echo through the hall as flames explode violently outward straight toward Archer and Lorie. The fire burns black at the edges with streaks of gold twisting through it unnaturally, wild and alive.

Violet said as she added fuel to the flame. A flicker of cruelty flashed in Carl's eyes. He had the urge to strangle Violet. He hated how she would test his patience time and time again just because she knew he wouldn't do anything to her. Carl was outraged. "Are you sure the pancakes tasted that bad?" Carl snarled. Violet nodded. She knew she was treading on dangerous grounds. But she knew he would never kill her. Besides, she would never let this go so quickly because digging up any dirt on him was hard.

"Burn her body now while she's still breathing." He put the knife over the tray that Bull was holding and he took the towel and wiped his hands. Violet poured gas to Beatrice and burned her there in the room where she stayed. After burning her body, he took a shower, washed his hands carefully. He noticed that Violet was leaving quickly and so he approached her. "Violet," he called. She turned around and looked at him directly into his eyes like they always do. "Where are you going?" "I'm verifying something." She answered.