Violet Scarlett by Beky Cybille (fiction book recommendations TXT) 📖

destroyed his heart. Now I'm no longer able to see, what’s happening since my host is dead.

 

It was fun nonetheless.

 

 “Want to explain” Derek raised an eyebrow. I just ignored him and went over to the girl that I decapitated, taking off her cloth for me to wear.

 

What? She is the only girl in good condition along with her clothes. The first one shifted ripping her clothes in process. The others were blown to bits. Her body parts along with her clothes are somewhere.

 

That reminds me, I need to take a shower. I scrunched up my nose in disgust, seeing the blood and gore covering me. Well Derek won’t be getting his shirt back.

 

“Sure, but first” I went to a nearby tree extending my claws.

 

I made a V and S intertwined on a tree trunk, near a dead body placing Christ’s heart on the ground under the tree.

 

I am no longer a weak Omega, I am one of the strongest wolves in the world.

 

“Violet Robinson is gone” I stared at my mark signifying my new name, the new me.

 

“I am Violet Scarlett”

 

Chapter 4 Part 1

 

Violet

 

I sighed as I washed myself in the river, while Derek snagged a shirt from one of the boys. His shirt was currently- how I should say this, stained? I put on the clothes the girl had on which was just a tank top and shorts along with sandals, but that will do.

Though we really need to go into town for some clothes which the pack members so kindly gave us all their money- It was so kind of them. Okay we grave robbed the ones who are not in bits. Happy?

After I told Derek my life story while breaking down; I can safely say that Derek loathes my old pack, especially about the rejection and rape. Yeah that’s still a sore subject.

 I'm going to carry the negative emotions for the rest of my life, because of that.        

Derek and I were now walking towards a nearby town. “So...” he started as I jumped over a log before looking towards him.

“Care to tell me about your powers?” he asked little sheepishly. I paid no mind to his question just his behavior. One minute he's laughing at the torture, and the next minute he is being kind? If that’s the word.

“Are you bipolar or have any psychological problems?” I asked with pure curiosity. “Hey I've been a rogue for years, I developed a sick sense of humor and bloodlust. You will too- if you haven’t already.” he shrugged snickering while I rolled my eyes.

“That’s not all” I blocked his way

Like I'm going to tell you, I have a soft spot for you I heard his thoughts. I heard his thoughts. I have to learn to control this power soon enough, I won’t do good in crowded places.

I couldn't help but grin making him look at me weirdly yet suspiciously. “You have a soft spot for me” I grinned wider.

He looked at me wide eyed then annoyed making me laugh. “Shut up” he grumbled making me laugh more. “But a rogue with a sick sense of humor and bloodlust has a soft spot for little old me” I wheezed out trying to hold in more laughter.

It felt- good. I haven’t laughed in so long I thought I forgot how to.

He glared my way and walked faster. I chuckled at his attempts and caught up with him in ease. “Don’t worry, I feel the same way. You’re like a brother to me” I told him honestly. “Well, well a rogue with a sick sense of humor and bloodlust has a soft spot for little old me” he smirked. I just rolled my eyes and continued walking.

“Do you know what powers you have yet?” he asked.

“Yeah, my wolf told me that I have blood control and pain bringer- you've seen those- and mind reading. My wolf also told me that I can do dark magic since I’m half witch- like what I did with Chris's heart- and other things like spells. That and I can control shadows." I explained.

“Wow” Derek looked impressed. “Yeah” I was like that when my wolf told me, I almost drank too much water from the lake from shock.

“I have to train and master them all, so far I have tried mind reading, blood control, pain bringer and a little black magic. I need to learn to control the shadows and practice the others, especially the mind reading and black magic” I sighed. I got my work cut out for me but Rome wasn’t built in a day, I’m not going to get stronger just like that.

“Don’t you need physical training too?” he asked. Man I forgot about that, I’m really dreading it. “Yeah I but I don’t really have any training, where am I going to get help?” I was talking to myself by now.

Derek just chuckled. “Don’t worry I'll help you with that”.

“Really?!” I turned towards him. That would be awesome, saves me a lot of trouble.

“Why not?” he shrugged. "Did you know your eyes could turn red?” random but okay. Wait.

“That’s why they all gasped when they saw my eyes” I said in realization. I forgot all about that in the mist of all the- fun. (Cough cough revenge massacre)

“My guess is that they turn red whenever you are getting pissed or angry, or when your wolf is close to the surface. Possibly both” he thought out. “Yeah, I think so” I agreed before we fell into a comfortable silence as we walked on. Soon I smelt humans and other smells concerning civilization along with some noise too.

"We’re close” I told him.

“How do you know?” he looked at me confused. “I can smell and hear them” I raised an eyebrow. “Can’t you?”

He shook his head saying no. ‘Enhanced senses remember’ my wolf reminded. Oh right. "Enhanced senses” I told Derek who waited for an answer. Soon enough the smell got stronger. “Now I can” Derek commented.

I just stayed silent, walking towards the town.

We finally got into town, then the struggle began. “Come on let’s get some clothes. We better make it quick we’re still on your pack’s territory” I growled at the statement. “Sorry former pack” he corrected. I nodded in approval and made my way towards the nearby store, Old Navy? Is it like an old grandma or something, I’ve heard girls talking about it but I just don’t understand the title.

“Don’t waste time” Derek called after as I went to the woman’s side. I got there and looked for undergarments. Ugh, I needed help, I haven't been to shopping in years. (Much less Old Navy)

“Need any help?” I heard a voice behind me. I turned around to see a girl who worked here. She was human. Good.

 “Yeah sure, can you help me find some clothes” I asked her “and undergarments” I held up a bra. “Of course” she smiled. She showed me how to find undergarments and clothes of my size.

I. Hate. Shopping.

“Thanks for shopping” the cashier handed my bags while I gave her the money. Who the hell carried that much money with them when they’re going to track someone in a dangerous land? The Tritan pack apparently.

“Let’s go get something to eat, then we are gone” Derek caught up to me. “Awesome” I pulled my new shirt down. "Come on” he walked into a diner while I sat down sighing.

“Hello can I take your order?” I looked up and saw a blond bimbo. Wolf. Not only that but she's one of my sister's ‘friends’. She’s trying to get Derek's attention but failing miserably. He pretty much shoes her over food.

And my god her perfume was burning my nose. To a normal werewolf it would just bother them, but I have enhanced senses. I need to learn to control them. At least I learned to control my aura or every wolf in this area would be snapping to attention.

“You order for me” I told Derek busy flipping through her mind. I bet I could be way better than her to him, I mean she looks like a slut. I had to laugh at that, along with my wolf.

Idiot doesn't even realize we’re wolves and rogues nonetheless. And I thought they were looking for me. “You alright” Derek stared at me in amusement.

“Yeah, it’s just funny. How the blond bimbo doesn't even realize we’re rogues that and they are supposed to be looking for me” I chuckled along with Derek reaching for the shopping bags under the table.

I took out all the stuff I bought and the black duffle bag before stuffing everything into the duffel bag. I didn't have much. Just ten underwear, three sports bras, two regular bras, three tank tops, three shirts, two pants, two tights and two skirts along with one dress.

I also got a toothbrush and soap not to mention a comb and deodorant let’s not forget a thermos. By the time I finished putting them in the duffel bag, the bimbo came back with our food.

I dove into it, not caring if anyone was staring. I was starving.

 

2 to 3 minutes later

 

“That was good” I sighed in content, putting down my empty cup.

“I’m surprised that you could tell with how fast you were eating” Derek chuckled.

“Shut up” I got up stretching. “Ready to go?” I asked him. “Yeah” he got up grabbing his own duffel bag. “Wait” I stopped him

“Be right back” I told him and made my way back to the table where the bimbo was cleaning it. I turned her to face me holding her shoulders.

“Hey! What-”

“-We were never here” I cut her off, staring into her eyes.

“You were never here” she repeated her eyes foggy. “Good” I smirked walking out of the diner.

“What was that?” Derek asked raising an eyebrow.

“Mind control, compulsion, persuasion, call it whatever you want. Either way I blocked off her memory of us ever being there” I spoke as we were walking toward the forest.

“I've been meaning to ask you this” he started.

“What is it?” I turned to him.

“Why change your name to Violet Scarlett. I mean you could change your whole name, yet you chose to keep your first name and change your last name to Scarlett. Why?” he asked curiously.

I smiled sadly at his question. “Well obviously I didn't want my so called parent’s last name. Violet suits me that and I love that name, it makes me ‘me’. Plus it’s close to the word violent” I joked. And Derek laughed a little.

“As for Scarlett” I continued smirking. "Scarlett is the color of rage and blood which I will make sure to spill. When I spill the blood, it won’t just be any blood, I will be the one to spill it, it will be Violet's doing. Violent blood, Violet Scarlett” I rambled pausing.

“Does that make sense?” I asked Derek who was staring at me the whole time.

“In your own twisted way it does. Either way I Derek Sullivan pledge to protect Violet Scarlett with my life" I stared at him in shock. “Are you sure?” I asked him, when I felt the bond forming. It’s rare for anyone to pledge to another.

A pledge is like a promise; you pretty much make an eternal promise that can go on into the