Novel & Cerita Hitam Violet

The weight of this newfound knowledge settled on my shoulders, a mix of uncertainty and determination coursing through me. After disconnecting the call, I couldn't help but notice the traits that I had failed to notice all this time. I remember the first time I saw Harmona's lifeless violet eyes—the striking hue that seemed to hold the weight of the world within them. It was a moment etched into my memory, a poignant snapshot of a soulful gaze that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. And then came Lilac, her little sister, born from the same father. The moment I laid eyes on Lilac, it was as if time had folded in on itself. Those eyes, those unmistakable violet eyes, mirrored Harmo

"He just said he would kill me if I told you to break up with him, didn't he" I shook my head, waving both my hands. "No, no, of course not. He was just messing with you. Riven would never hurt you" She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I don't believe that. He literally drugged me. Riven's a black flag, Hazel, not red, not yellow, just dark, charcoal black, black," she said, then glanced at him, her head tilting. "He does look good, though. Did you always know he could cook?" She asked, and I grinned.

Tonight, the moon goddess stopped mocking me. Tonight, I slipped into Wolves-Heaven unnoticed. The city lights pulsed like a living heartbeat as I followed two familiar figures through the streets. Violet. Zoey. They were laughing. Laughing. My chest tightened painfully. Violet wore a dress I had never seen before… black, soft, dangerous. It clung to her like midnight itself. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid shadow, catching flashes of neon light. Men stared openly as she passed, hungry eyes devouring every movement.

Violet’s POV “Fighting against Abigail?!” My voice cracked as I squinted at the match board like it was lying to my face. I even rubbed my eyes just to be sure I wasn’t hallucinating but no, the name was there. Violet Black vs Abigail Storm, it was loud, bold and fatal. There were ten of us left and somehow, out of every possible human, beast, demon, or hybrid in this warped hellhole of a school, I got paired with the one person who thinks decapitating people is an acceptable warm-up.

I turned my gaze towards Violet. Violet pursed her lips, her eyes flashing with scorn and hatred, and hissed. "Stupid! Both you and Titus are the deadliest fuckers in the world. Does killing a scum like you need a reason?" Before waiting for my reply, Violet grabbed my face violently; she indignantly clenched her jaw muscles. "If it weren't for you, my father wouldn't have died. Why would he risk his life to protect an unrelated person like you? Why do I have such a stupid father? I hate him, and I hate you; I hate the old fox Titus; I hate all of you idiots. I just hate that I can't tear you to pieces, skin you, chop you up, and feed the fish; I hate that I can't pull out your tendons and b

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.

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

She looked at Naomi, her eyes filled with hope as she waited for Naomi to agree with her, but Violet was brought in, her eyes wide with fear. "Hey, Violet." Naomi smugly said. Behind me, Aubrey whispered to Hazel, "Do you know Hey Violet is the name of a human music band?" I rolled my eyes at her childish antics before turning to face Violet, ready to deliver my justice. Violet looked shocked to see Naomi okay then relieved. "The antidote worked. So why am I here? You promised your word." I nodded, moving forward. "I did. But you didn't keep yours."

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

Opening his eyes as eyes scan all over just to find no sign of anyone. "What? Who's there?" Koishi whimpered, looking down at himself, covering his bottom with one hand while the other covered his chest. Right then, just to see a body appearing sitting at the edge of the bathtub. Violet short hair with the silver color earring on one side of his ear, white eyes same as the plain skin making him seem like a ghost. Koishi could see through everything that was on the opposite side of him. Wearing nothing on top, showing off the blueish tattoo with the black border of a dragon under in the sky on his chest. This only made Koishi's eyes go wide in response, making him stand on his feet.