Violet Thorn の小説・ストーリー

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

Those eyes of hers flashed in my memory, yanked from the vault I’d locked them away in. I’d seen them before, full of malice, rage, hate, pain…but never innocence. That was what they burned with now—that and horror, because she felt the same thing as I. The blasted bond between us, the one I’d surely destroy the moment I claimed her life. She wasn’t disabled, just scarred…scarred and here at Darkling University. Violet, my Violet. As my eyes found the jagged line slashed across her slender throat, her face reddened like the petals of a rose unfurling beneath her skin. One second I looked away, to snap at Cole for begging for my attention like a six-year-old, and she was gone.

I’m miserable and there they are wearing nice clothes and eating in Manhattan with the source of inheritance from my parents that was left for me. I clenched my jaw in anger and my hand onto my purse. For a moment, the thought of losing my virginity unconsciously fade away. I can’t let this be a way of my vengeance. I’m close to making their life miserable especially when I know where they are now. I went back home, throwing my purse on my bed and looking at myself in the mirror. I look like a mess. Swollen eyes, messy hair and my makeup is a mess.I shower and change into my pajamas and sleep because tomorrow I am going to work per normal and forget about what Adrian did to me. Is just sex i

With that, he started walking away. Violet sighed and gathered energy in her right hand, then she threw it against the cave and it made a crack but then she felt the energy backfire and hit her in the chest. She fell on her knees and held her chest as she looked at the small crack she made on the cave. In the past, if she did that. Every piece of the creation would be in ruins but now, she had to watch her power backfire on her. “Violet!” Poison grabbed her hand and she brushed him off. “It's not a problem. Just a crack in my spirit.”

I made so many attempts in getting Violet killed, but that Dark Blood from hell was always with her! From the first day he came into our land, Thelma knew he was going to be trouble, and she had to go extreme, leading to the great war that helped us in executing Violet. I can still remember how I stabbed that sword right into her chest with the potion coated all over the edges. She cried in pain while I watched her power flowing slowly into the bottle Thelma gave to me. But Cadell! ARGH! That demon came in quickly and broke the sword, covering Violet with his darkness!

I winked at Beth and went to the horse and carriage not far from the house and began to lead it into the woods. I found some carrots on the ground and I fed it to the horse as well as some water. When I was done, I walked where Viper had been killed and saw that his body was still there. I removed his body away from the tree and checked his pockets only to see a purse. I grabbed it and checked it only to see that it contained silver. I kept the purse in my dress pocket and found something I could dig the ground with. Then I buried Viper in a far away distance and headed back to Beth's hut. By now, it was dark and Beth was standing outside looking worried.

She turned pale, her lips parting slightly. “Phantom Moon?” she repeated, her voice a cold whisper. She straightened and asked quietly, “Under whose family tree are you registered?” “Blackthorn,” I answered. Though the last name belonged to my mother, Elizabeth’s family seemed to have the same family name that I just realised. Violet’s eyes turned glacial. “Elizabeth Blackthorn?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Yes,” I said carefully. “You know my grandmother?” Her eyes bored into mine with a sharpness I had never seen in her before. “Dr. Scarlet,” she said in a voice that carried both pain and cold rage, “that is enough for today.”

As they stepped through the front door she let her claws extend out and clawed at his hand earning a grunt from him as he let go of her wrist. Violet didn't even spare a glance to see the damage she had caused him. She swiveled on her heels and began running out of there but who was she kidding? Lennox was a freakin 'vampire. He was right in front of her the very next second. She gasped and her eyes widened in shock when he grabbed her throat in a firm grip. He yanked her to him and gave her a light squeeze. Her feet were barely touching the ground as she grabbed his wrist trying to pry his brutal hold away.

I am the Violet who will reign, whether the world likes it or not. And when she comes near, I do the impossible. I jump higher than her and twist in the air. When our trajectories cross, I open my jaws wide, my teeth aligning with her throat in a fatal instant. And I bite. The sound is wet, grotesque. Lyun’s throat gives beneath my fangs. I tear flesh, tendon, what remains of my old friend and current rival. She tries to howl, a short, gurgling sound, as her life slips away.

Thorn didn’t hesitate. A blue-glass vial appeared in his hand, glowing with sigils etched in ancient fae gold. He crushed the seal and hurled it with deadly precision. The vial hit Shade’s chest. Magic exploded outward. A violent flash—pure white and blinding—erupted across the clearing. Thorn shielded his face. When the light faded… Shade wasn’t burned. He wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t dissolving like demons should. He was smiling.