Walking Dead Violet Novels & Stories

Zoey, I feel as if I could have stopped this. If I would have just come back earlier and stayed, if I had just told her how I feel. Maybe she wouldn’t have done this. Everyone is afraid of her and she wouldn’t hurt an innocent person. Even you were acting like you were terrified of her.” Zoey just held her head down letting her tears of guilt silently fall down her cheeks. Not knowing what to say she walked up to her twin and hugged him as they cried together. Finally speaking up she said, “We both messed up. She needed us the most and we weren’t here.” After talking they were so exhausted and emotionally drained that they went to bed. Violet had another nightmare and woke up in a rage of fu

I growl, “You stupid fucking cunt, you don’t own me.” "Farrow, what's happening?" Danny asks grabbing my arms to pull my gun down instead of pointing at everyone, "Who are you fighting with?" "You don't hear her? Violet?" I ask, but Danny shakes his head, "She's playing me. Lilith. She's..." I close my eyes to re-group. The facts are this: Violet is definitely dead. And so is her whole coven. Lilith is here all by herself. She is a five-foot-nothing, half-my-weight woman. She's creating illusions that aren't real.

Violetta pauses. “With all due respect ma’am, I don’t intend to hurt Nova and if you are thinking of telling me their sex I already have my suspicions and I do not care what sex they are. I am immensely attracted to them, but even more so in love with them.” I sigh then under my breath “Cade and Gina are right I just needed to admit it to myself.” “Good! Because Nova doesn’t deserve the hate that they sometimes receive least of all from someone who should be showing them affection!” She pins me with her eyes and I feel like there is more to this that she is not about to tell me.

Violet awoke from her nightmare, her whole body drenched in sweat, drenching her nightgown. Violet clutched her head, panting, she looked around bewilderedly around her bedroom, then quickly got off the bed and stood in front of the large mirror. "It is me! Am I still alive? But I'm already dead, I jumped into the sea to commit suicide but… why… am I here?” Violet was stunned, she didn't know what happened to her, she quickly took out the phone on the table and opened it, the date on it was May 28, 20XX, which is two years before she committed suicide, which means she went back in time two years?

᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽ He had seen her again, had met those violet eyes he had seen lifeless, had seen that white hair without being stained with a viscous, icy crimson. He just saw her, being a child and simply... living.

Violet’s pale face was streaked with tears and blood, her chest rising faintly. “Kael…” she whispered weakly, her voice barely audible over the rain. He leaned closer, his expression softening. “I’m here, Violet. I’m right here.” Her lips curved into the faintest smile. “You came…” He squeezed her hand gently. “You’re the strongest witch I’ve ever known.” Violet’s eyes fluttered, a tear slipping down her cheek before she passed out in his arms. Marek approached slowly, his fur matted, his breathing ragged. “She’s alive,” he said, nodding. “Barely, but alive.”

The werewolf that Osmund once helped, she came and changed clothes and took care of Sharmaine's wounds. Looking at the beautiful girl lying on the bed, her breathing was somewhat weak. Violet is quiet, she is an orphan werewolf with a talent for healing, from birth she understands fate and world order, she is obedient and understanding. In one time saving people from vampires she was seriously injured, fortunately Osmund appeared and saved her. Violet is indebted to him and volunteers to work for Osmund all her life. “Violet, how is she?” Violet saw Osmund worry about the unconscious girl, her heart ached a little. When she was saved by Osmund, Violet had feelings for him, but this cold man

After beholding the scene, he wasn't sure he could look at her the same. “Let's go back,” Violet said and in the blink of the eye, they appeared in front of Alaric mansion. “What about the body? It'll become news that someone died by morning.” “I know.” Said Violet recklessly, “I meant for that to happen.” With that, she started walking to the mansion. Alaric clenched his fists, then let go. He had regrets. He shouldn't have let the man from earlier die. He sighed and watched Violet enter the house in a somewhat jovial mood, he also followed behind her and as soon as the front door was shut, Violet appeared in front of him, placing her bloody sword near his nose.

Hayden says. "Call Luca down," I say needing someone to be there with me, and he's the only one I trust. The elevator door opened and I walked out, seeing the doctors all standing up and waiting for Violet to get in, I saw her getting rolled in, she was dressed in white clothes again, she seemed to be sleeping, just sleeping, she was thinner than ever, her skin was very pale. Everyone started to move, they got her hooked to an IV, to machines scanning her body and blood, they were all talking in the same time, running and screaming while I stood there not able to move, I did that, if I didn't leave her, she wouldn't be this hurt.

Violet ignored her and continued to put on her camisole, then her dress. "You're not rested enough. Stay." I said gruffly, staying her hands from further activity. She however shook my hands off as she continued with what she was doing as though I hadn't said a word. On her way out of my bed chamber, Mira latched on her ankle. " You won't get away with this one." She bits out, eyes fuming. Violet said the most incredulous thing ever. "Then, watch me." She piped as she stepped over Mira's hand and walked confidently out of my bed chambers.