Who Tortured Violet In Iron Flame Novels & Stories

Nova asks, while hugging me. I hand them a bouquet of roses. “Ana decided that since only one of us could come back here that you would be equally happy for t to be me, and someone needed to stay with Violetta.” I chuckle. “Why? Abulita is not some feeble old lady who needs guarding!” Nova seems confused. Meanwhile, that lady is still giving me stange looks over her daughter’s head.

Enola had to take her time in the bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom door slammed open, stepping out was the shimmering of the reflective effect of light given to the sun by the moon. As Bruno turned towards the bathroom door, his eyes were in awe. What he saw went through the whole part of his body, just like the relative effect of an electric shock. His body could not behold what his eyes saw and in quick reaction to that, the whole body became strong and hard. The Delilah aware of her doings knew that she had captured everything about Bruno. She came close enough, looked to his eyes and whispered,

The smell of smoke followed Elena Vale into death. It crawled into her lungs like poison, thick and unforgiving, as the golden ballroom collapsed into chaos around her. Flames devoured silk curtains. Crystal chandeliers shattered like falling stars against marble floors. The world she once ruled was now a funeral built of fire. And somewhere beyond the inferno—people were laughing. “Elena Vale did it!” “She finally snapped!” “The villainess tried to kill Lady Seraphina!”

In this arrangement, none of it will happen. I’m sitting, and nursing a glass of wine, when the door opens and Violet walks in. She’s draped in a red robe, lingerie underneath, and her skin is flawless, her gray eyes holding me in place as if they’ve claimed me. Those eyes, the same ones that almost made it impossible to reject her when I first learned we were mates, flash through my mind. I remember my feelings wavering, even just for a moment, until the disappointment I saw in her face, her unspoken hatred for my family, drowned every trace of desire.

_______________ 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.”

“Please… someone help me.” No one listened. They were all still laughing, talking about Luna’s pregnancy, about Christian’s future with her. Violet’s pain- her suffering- was invisible to them. The pain intensified, and she felt another gush of blood. Her vision blurred with tears, her body trembling with shock. Is this how it ends? Finally, someone noticed. It wasn’t Christian. It wasn’t Luna. It wasn’t her own mother. It was a distant cousin, someone barely connected to her, who gasped and pointed.

“Moon Goddess, please… please heal him. I swear I won’t ever do something like this again. I promise. Just don’t take him.” Violet. Her voice cracked like a wounded thing, and for a moment I thought I was dreaming. Because the Violet Marlow I knew never cried. She bit back her wounds with attitude, fought her fear with fury. But now she was breaking, crying to the Moon Goddess like losing me would shatter her world. I forced my eyes to lift a little. She sat beside my bed, her hands hovering over my chest… the same chest she stabbed. Her fingers twitching like she was terrified to touch me and desperate to at the same time.

A, my ex-mate, I relaxed and entered my room. Knowing Matt, he's expecting me to be the weak little girl that would be craving anyone's attention and love, then he will be sorely mistaken, I have grown stronger. I the purple flame to put him on pause. I heard him whimpering while he was frozen. I'm sure he is surprised, especially judging by the stupid questions he asks. "Why did you freeze? Aren't we mates? Shouldn't you be running in arms saying you love me?"

These two things were both a curse and a gift to her, and she couldn't get rid of them. Someone shouted 'Freak!!' and threw tomatoes at her one day while she was walking nicely without provoking anyone. She couldn't believe it; those red juices were all over her face and her clothes had become tainted. She was furious, but she couldn't do anything because there were so many people. Terry shielded her and returned her to the car. Violet hasn't gone outside for a walk since that incident, and if she does, her guards will always be there to protect her. Terry saw how angry she was, to the point where she took her rage out on innocent trees, and those trees have never grown up.

I whisper in her direction. The way she looks at me makes me think that she wants to answer, but she has lost her voice. I stroke the fur between her ears, and her back leg thumps happily. “I will take care of him,” I whisper again. “I promise.” Bubbles nuzzles herself closer to my chest and lets out a mournful sigh. Violet’s voice softens. ‘You were never meant to belong to Riven. You were meant to burn.’ My chest aches. “Burn how?” I whisper aloud.