Walking Dead Violet Novels & Stories

Martin called out frantically, his voice laced with panic as he caught sight of her heading for the door with his clothes. Violet didn’t stop. “Enjoy the wild ride,” she said coolly over her shoulder as she placed the cash on the desk. Then she pushed the door open and stepped outside. The moment her heels touched the pavement, the bell above the door jingled, and a woman strolled in. The scream echoed behind her a moment later. Unbothered, she tossed the clothes into the nearby dustbin and sanitized her hands. “Filthy werewolves,” she muttered under her breath and stepped into the car before driving off.

As she spoke, Carissa addressed Rafael, "Please call Vanda. We have a patient here." Violet was settled in an empty room. She was so tired, she fell into a deep sleep before the medicine was even ready after Vanda examined her. All the way here, Violet had been so frustrated. Her health had always been robust, and she rarely suffered from even minor ailments. It was embarrassing that she had failed at a critical moment. She felt like an embarrassment to the Inferno Guild! When the medicine was ready, Carissa woke Violet up to drink it. Violet sat up and gulped it down, then asked, "How's Lawrence?"

I grab my pillow and sob quietly into it, pretending it was my brother. A knock makes me gasp for air but I don't move from my spot, hugging the pillow tighter as my tears refuse to stop. If Hestia was back with the cookies, I'd gladly take some. Another knock on the door makes me look up at it at the same time it opens, Anthony's face peeking around it. His expression turns alarmed as he processes my fetal position and tear soaked pillow. "Violet," He says, a sense of urgency in his voice as he closes the door behind him, "What's going on? Why are you crying?"

Blood bubbled from her lips as she collapsed sideways onto the marble floor. “No!” Aria screamed, clutching her own wound. Violet lay there, gasping, blood spreading rapidly beneath her. Her eyes found Aria across the room. “I… just wanted… what you had…” she whispered, voice fading. “Why… did you always… win…?” Her body convulsed once. Then she went still. The officers rushed forward, but it was too late. Violet was dead. The room fell into stunned silence, broken only by the distant sirens and Aria’s quiet sobbing.

I said, walking to the bed to grab and kiss her. After I devoured her lips for an undetermined amount of time, I pulled back, looking into her eyes. “Now you can sleep in peace after that intense orgasm,” I said, giving her a side smirk. I knew she was tired, so we weren’t going to go all the way tonight. However, we would both sleep satisfied. The next day, Sophia lightly shook me to wake me up. “Babe, you need to see this. Violet is dead.” I frowned as I looked at the phone screen and read the caption.

When she started to put the glass down, Zaiden stopped her. "Drink all of it." He told her. Violet couldn't stop crying as she swallowed all of the water. Everyone waited to see what was going to happen, and they didn't have to wait long. Violet dropped the glass and put her hand to her throat as she fell to the ground. She began convulsing, and within minutes, she was dead. Everyone looked at Selena, who was staring at Violet on the floor. They all had the same question. What was in that water?

- Violet walked back to her father’s altar to talk. Her father died in a traffic accident when she was only 11 years old, because of shock, so after a year later her mother also fell ill, comatose and currently being treated in the hospital. Therefore, Violet has been working as a milk delivery person for 3 years now, she always tries to deliver as much milk as possible because this is her only source of income, her salary is used to pay for school fees and hospital bills for her mother.

“You know what? Forget about the girls here. If Willow gets back and sees that you called in a full squad, she’s going to lose her shit.” Oh, it’ll definitely be mutual. I have a mind to put a handcuff on her and have her tethered to me. “Hello? Can you hear me?!” Violet steps in front of me, getting right in my face. No one ever dares to get that close to me. But she does. She’s tall for a girl and her eyes are a pitch black color, like a moonless night sky. Is that vanilla perfume she’s wearing? “Get out of my way.” I furrow my brows at her. “Don’t let me make you.”

She loathed him! But this man had unknowingly pried open the door to her heart and moved right in, making her care about him in a mysterious way. It was an uncomfortable feeling. Violet tightened her grip on the gun and attacked Carl. But just as Violet approached Carl, dozens of guns were pointed at her. Violet let out a bitter smile. She broke into the Walker residence with a determination to die alongside Whitney. Suddenly, white powder was scattered from Violet's hand. She quickly bent down, evading the incoming bullets. She intended to shoot Carl, but he dodged swiftly.

The red dot on my phone screen was moving slowly, but it was still within the vicinity of Mira's apartment. I looked out of the glass as I drove slowly towards the red dot, not knowing whether she was in a taxi or not. Violet, please be fine. I caught a figure crouching down on the left walkway and stopped. I didn't need to get closer to find out that the redhead was Violet. I got out of the car and hurried towards her anxiously. She was sobbing so hard that her body was shaking, her hair was down, covering her face and splayed on her back.