Who Tortured Violet In Iron Flame Novels & Stories

I’m shocked, but I am so happy for her, so incredibly happy for my mate knowing that her parents are both still living. I notice redness on her arms and I remember what she did, how she helped me calm down and regain control. I ask softly, “Did I hurt you?” Violet looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed and a small frown before she says, “You weren’t in control, Phoenix. But, no, you didn’t hurt me.” She breathes out, “I could feel the heat from your power, but it did not burn me.” I watch as her tongue runs over her lips, wetting them before she says, “I don’t know why that is. If it’s because we’re mates or what. But it’s good to know, even out of control, you won’t harm me.”

"Clara, look. Violet didn't even flinch. Be stronger." "Kent... you scum." I forced the words through gritted teeth. He ended the call, scooped me up, and tossed me onto the bed. Then he looked down at me, his eyes cold. "Violet's getting a full-back phoenix. It'll take more than ten hours. Lie here and learn what real strength looks like." The door shut behind him. The pain never stopped. It swallowed me whole, endless and inescapable. I stared at the ceiling as my consciousness drifted in and out.

And she didn’t mind the cold air she’d been letting into the Chambers, though the hairs on her skin stood on end. So when we both retired that evening, I stayed awake and waited. And sure enough, I felt the fiery coil of tension threading the bond, coating it like syrup, simmering and building and calling out to me. I found her trembling on the floor, glassy-eyed and disoriented. “Iris,” I said carefully. My mate reacted, eyes immediately finding me in the dark. She stared open-mouthed as I crouched to her level. When I reached for her, she moved back and tried pulling away.

The pain cleared the path ahead of me and every time it was starting to wane, all I needed to do was step backwards and let it lead me in the right direction. Soon I found her, but also made another damning discovery. If we made the wrong move then we would be discovered by the rogues and with nighttime falling, one never knew what Silus was up to. While I could trust him to protect Violet, how he would do it was bound to upset me later. When I found her, she was crawling. Not like an infant learning to move, but like a prisoner fighting for his life. She must have realized that the pain got worse the farther she was from me, but she endured it. For someone who claimed I loved her, she sure

Violet had had intense feelings for Luke but as an Omega, she was never meant to show it because it was wrong for an omega like her to harbour feelings for the Alpha, so she locked them up and buried them. Violet stuffed the food in a flask and put it in a nylon bag heading towards the dungeon. A guard was standing by the entrance keeping watch to make sure that not just anyone could enter the dungeon, she knew she couldn’t get to see Luke and give him the food if he was standing there. She went back to kitchen and picked up a piece of cloth, placed it on the gas cooker and set fire on it. “Fire” she screamed running to him. “There is fire in the kitchen” she said and the guard straightway r

Sadly, for violet, I’m alive. Just like before, I rolled a ball of fire in my hand- one of the powers I got from my father- and threw it at Violet. A bright light enveloped her and diminished the fire immediately it came in contact with it. Immediately the light busted and spread out into fragments of little lights that seemed like fireflies. I already expected the burst of light so I moved back a little and strongly held my feet to the ground to keep the force from pushing me.

He grabbed her hand firmly as if taking her into his protection. His gaze dropped to her hand.It was burned in red. His eyes darkened instantly. “Who hurt you?” Violet froze. Keroline’s face paled. Nikita stiffened and glanced at her husband who looked angry at his younger daughter, Keroline. He knew she did this. Even Zenith knew who did this. It was not a secret. But seeing her condition, he didn’t press her further. He gently took Violet’s injured hand into his much larger one. The touch sent something electric through both of them. The tingling sensations.

"Hahaha! No one is more beautiful than me. If I can't be as beautiful as you, I will make you a hundred times worse than me. Damn, slut! Son of a bitch! You are a bastard...." Violet kept slapping me in the face a lot. She hit me until my head was dizzy. Then she grabbed my hair, stretching my scalp. I felt my scalp numb, both sides of my face burning. "I will keep you from stepping into the light forever," Violet said in a low voice like a devil. There was a creepy smile on her lips. I opened my eyes and saw that her other hand had already grabbed the scissors without me noticing. My heart sank, feeling extremely scared and insecure.

She had no reason to interfere. And for punishment? She didn't care. Any punishment they would give him would be less torturous than what she had suffered in that hell. "I will not open that portal for you," she repeated, without meeting his eyes. "Hundreds of my men died because of you. At least have some conscience, witch," he taunted. Violet didn't reply. "I saw you," he began, resentment deepening his voice, "I saw you standing there, unbothered, as his monsters killed my men."

Talia was on her knees by the door, clutching the internal comms phone, her face a mask of performative grief. "Mrs. Mercer, please," Talia wailed into the receiver. "Blake and I are mated, and I’m carrying his heir. But Ivy won't let go. She keeps cornering him, trying to lure him back. I had to come to you..." Inside the glass, I saw my mother, Elaine. Her hands were shaking so hard she could barely hold the phone. Her eyes were rimmed with red. After the fire and the fall of the Mercer pack, her mind was a fragile thing. The doctors had warned me: no shocks.