Woman With Violet Eyes Novels & Stories

A proud expression creased the faces of the three, as they listened with intent. I narrated my eerie encounter with the Keeper, and slowly, I watched their soft smiles die a natural death. The straw that broke the camel's back was describing the Iris I met in the loop to them. They weren't convinced I saw the right colour of her eyes. No werewolf, living or dead had been known to have violet eyes. I knew what I saw, whether they believed me or not. "Violet eyes?!" Mother furrowed. "That's unbelievable!"

I almost mirrored him until Ivy lifted her head. I exhaled sharply, grounding myself before I turned toward Ivy. She still hadn’t moved. She stood in the echo of the altar, arms crossed over her chest, chin tilted downward. But her body vibrated with tension. “Ivy,” I said softly. That broke her. Her head snapped up, eyes locking with mine, and for a heartbeat, just one flicker in the wavering light, I saw it. Violet. Not her usual warm brown or the wolf’s amber. But violet fire, glowing from deep within her irises before fading back into mortal color.

The look she gave me told me just how much she didn’t want to be here. Next, my gaze swept over the woman on her right when I was able to drag my eyes from the other. I noticed her eyes first, her eyes were a light shade of violet. this woman was blonde and had pencil straight here that stopped halfway down her back. Her lips were pink and thin and she stood only a few inches above Clara. My eyes trailed down her body, she wore a long-sleeved plain black dress that swooped out around her thighs. She liked her gold because gold bangles adorned her wrists and arms and had gold hoops hanging from her ears.

"It was a betterment." "Great," Sir Jason said, before finally destroying the stone. "Let's finish this then.", upon its destruction, Violet seemed to awaken from her trance, and the color slowly returned to her cheeks. Miraculously, she had been restored to full health and she opened her eyes. Violet slowly opened her eyes, and Zack found himself captivated. The most beautiful eyes he had ever seen—a soft, silvery grey, like moonlight reflected on still water—stared back at him from beneath heavy lids. But something was missing. Though her eyelids fluttered and her gaze briefly met his, her eyes lacked the spark of recognition. For a brief second, it almost felt like they were staring throu

Automatically, I pulled the frame out to get a closer look. Long, blonde hair cascaded in soft waves past her waist. She was short and petite, with flawless, snow-white skin and angelic features. She looked like a fragile, sweet girl you couldn't help but want to love and protect—but not like Rose's type. This woman looked genuinely kind. Real. Her smile could brighten any room, and her eyes... they were lively, warm, and shone like two stars. One was blue, and one was violet. I gasped as realization hit me like a physical blow. Violet eyes were the unmistakable mark of a witch. The woman I was admiring was Sybilla—Stellan’s chosen mate. I was just her placeholder for a year.

He laughs again. I find myself relaxing slightly. Maybe this is good. Maybe talking to someone who isn’t one of the three heirs currently destroying my sanity is exactly what I need. Caelan steps closer. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Not yet. “You know, your eyes really are that color.” I blink. “What?” “Violet.” I shift awkwardly. “Last time I checked.” His gaze lingers. “They’re beautiful.” Heat touches my cheeks. “Thanks.” His eyes drop briefly toward my mouth.

"I'm spoiled by the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." That memory came back, the one from when they were children and Audra said that what had caught his attention... were those violet eyes, the ones that always said they resembled amethysts so much. Yes, it was always those eyes... "Cheap seducer," she retorted. "When will you find a fool who believes the things you say? I'm waiting for you to find a crazy woman."

The reporter takes a few more pictures of us before pulling out a pen and paper, “So, the world wants to know, how did you two fall in love?” “What a great question,” Anthony smiles, squeezing my arm as if to go along with what he is about to say, “Violet is a beautiful woman, so of course, I decided to ask about her when I caught a glimpse of her on the news. She is a little difficult to find due to her mastery in avoiding the paparazzi but I just knew she was the one for me. She is hard working and has a kind heart, making me realize that she was the only one I would marry.”

Once she finished Jacob's tasks, she intended to ask Kyle for help with her own work. As she entered the study, she was greeted by walls adorned with portraits. Rafael and Carissa were also in the room. Carissa stood still in front of one painting, her eyes fixed on it without blinking. Curious, Violet walked over and followed Carissa's gaze. When Violet saw the beauty mark on the woman's upper lip, she froze. Then she glanced at the other portraits, studying each one closely. The paintings varied in shape and size, showcasing a range of facial features.

Scarlet’s POV The first time I met Violet, she was like a storm and dangerously close to collapse. Her body was thin, so frighteningly thin, it was as if the life inside her was flickering like a dying flame. Bones jutted beneath her skin, and her cheeks were hollow, but her eyes, eerie, ocean-blue eyes, held an intensity I had never seen before. She was unpredictable, charged like a wire stripped bare, snapping at anyone who dared come near her. No one could approach her except the king. Only his presence seemed to settle the storm, if only for a few brief moments.