Violet Scarlett by Beky Cybille (best biographies to read .txt) 📕

as he said and tried to picture it but just couldn’t since sadly I avoided any way of seeing my reflection, even when cleaning the mirrors and windows.

 

I concentrated again not bothering to try picturing myself and soon enough I felt a pulling and tingling sensation like I was being stretched or shrunk in this case. Opening my eyes, I saw that I was back on my own two feet when suddenly all I could see was darkness. My hands went towards my eyes in panic only to feel fabric. Oh right I'm naked, I thought, pulling on the shirt, it reached mid-thigh.

 

I stood there awkwardly while the guy was staring at me making me uncomfortable. "What?" I asked timidly. I couldn't help but notice how my voice sounded a little different. Probably because of all the screaming.

 

"You're hot.” he randomly commented assessing me from head to toe not even looking embarrassed or ashamed. Yet still I couldn’t help but blush but, I was confused. I couldn’t help picture the rogues from his look making me shiver striking fear into my heart.

 

"What are you trying to do make me laugh? Because that’s not funny." I narrowed my eyes at him surprised where the sudden courage came from. What if he did what the rogues did to me? What if I’m actually killed this time? Would that be a bad thing?

 

‘Yes’ what was-

 

"Have you seen yourself?" He asked, raising an eyebrow with an 'are you kidding me?' look.

 

"Well I'm just skin and bones. Doubt anyone would be interested." I shrugged. Unless they have a really good reason like freedom.

 

"Skin and bones? What gave you that idea because I see more than skin and bones “I caught his stare at my chest? Pervert! I barely have anything to look at anyway.

 

He just sighed and took my hand not noticing my flinch as my heart beat began to spike in fear, dragging me. We walked a distance before we came to a river.

 

"Look." He pointed at the water while I watches him warily. “It’s not like I’m going to try and drown you after all I did to help?” He rolled his eyes. Narrowing my eyes I did as he said and went to the edge of the lake, looking in gasping at what I saw.

 

My dry and lifeless brown hair was now black and alive, and my usual dull lifeless blue eyes were now a light combination of blue and green. They still held pain and sadness within them, but now they radiated viciousness and power.

 

Not believing it I kept leaning closer and closer before I slipped and went hurtling towards the water, accidentally dragging the rogue down with me. There was a loud splash, followed by deep breaths as we resurfaced. I turned towards the rogue who now had an irritated look on his face. I couldn't help it - I began giggling, which turned into full-blown laughter. I hadn't giggle much less laugh like this for a long time.

 

The guy stared at me in amusement. "You think this is funny?" He raised an eyebrow and I nodded, trying to stifle my remaining giggles.

 

He suddenly dove under water, making me Look around in confusion before I felt something grab me by the ankle, and pull me below. We came back up to the surface with him laughing as I pouted.

 

"You know you should laugh more often” he commented out of the blue. I felt my cheeks warm until the situation finally caught up to me.

 

"This wasn't how I looked before, you know." I spoke quietly.

 

"Really?" he asked.

 

"Yeah." I closed my eyes and floated on the water. It was so peaceful. For once I had someone who was talking to me properly; not saying profanities, hitting me, or looking in disgust.

 

"Must have something to do with you being a pure black wolf” he stated.

 

"My wolf is pure black?" I asked, excited. No one in my pack has that wolf color, I would know, sometimes they use me as a dummy for training or simply make me run before tracking me in wolf form. Then what he said dawned on me. "What does that have to do with me being a pure black wolf?” I asked curiously. Sure no one in my pack is a black wolf but I’m sure there are in other packs.

 

"You mean you don't know?" He sounded shocked.

 

"Know what?" I was more confused than ever.

 

"The prophecy."

 

“Prophecy?”

 

“Prophecy of how mates, alphas and packs came to be along with the pure white and black wolf.”

Chapter 2 part 2

Violet

 

Prophecy? On how mates alpha’s and packs came to be? How do I not know this?

 

Oh right, I barely got to learn anything about the werewolf society. I didn't even get to go to human school, we’ll from when I turned nine anyway.

 

The only way I learned new things, from where I left off in elementary school was by using worn out thrown away textbooks and other things. Sad, I know but effective. Beats not knowing a thing.

 

They never caught me teaching myself until that night. I shivered a little at the thought of it. I still have the scars or maybe not. Since I got this new body maybe I also have a clean slate.

 

“No, I don't” I answered him snapping out of my thoughts.

 

“Weren't you taught of this and anything involving being a werewolf?” he asked curiously.

 

I just looked away from him shaking my head.  I don’t know why, but I'm ashamed. Even when isn’t my fault.

 

“Why not?” he asked.

 

I couldn't bring myself to answer him. He would probably think I'm shameful and a waste like the rest. I looked anywhere but at him and saw we were drifting closer to shore Swimming rest of the way twisting the bottom of the shirt making water trying to get the water out since, I left my bag where I shifted so I didn't have any clothes to change into.

 

I felt a hand grab my shoulder turning me around. “Why not?” he demanded this time.

 

I looked away from him, “Because I never shifted, they said it would be a waste on me” I whispered trying to hold back tears. I know he heard with his heightened senses.

 

“Well they are all idiots, because you are much more” he scoffed surprising me. “I'm just a waste of space” I shook my head in denial

 

I felt him grab my chin and lift my head up to meet his eyes. He stared at me with hard eyes as he spoke. “You are not a waste of space. They are. You are much more important and so much more powerful than any of them” he spoke with such truth that tears whirled in my eyes.

 

His eyes softened when he took in my tears. “Don’t let anyone bring you down” he hugged me genuinely.

 

I relaxed into his arms. I don’t know why, but he makes me feel safe and at ease. He somehow gained trust that I thought burned out long ago. Maybe because he saved me from the rogue when I’m just as much a stranger to him as he is to me.

 

He made me smile, after all these years. He looks at me in a different way, no disgust or hate like everybody else but actually telling and making me feel that I worth a lot more. It was then I couldn't help the sob that left me and soon enough years’ worth of tears, came pouring out.

 

He guided us away from the river towards a nearby cave as I hang on to him while he whispered words of comfort. Soon enough my cries dialed down to hiccups feeling him run his hand through my hair in comfort.

 

“Better” he asked. I nodded and froze when I realized that I’ve been crying on his bare chest. I moved away sitting next to him my face heating up.

 

He just chuckled. I don’t know why but I don’t feel as uncomfortable and fearful as I was before. I leaned on his shoulder as he circled his arm around me making circles on my arm.

 

“You are like a brother that I was supposed to have” I mumbled making him stop making circles on my arms before resuming “You have a brother?” he asked curious.

 

“Yeah, but he hasn't been acting like one” I spoke with distaste.

 

“Are you sure he is your brother?” he brought me around to face him.

 

"Yeah, why?” I asked him curiously many possibilities running through my head.

 

“Based on the prophecy you don’t have a brother, just a sister” he stated seriously.

What? Well…..

 

“I have a sister, but I doubt she's anything special. Unless you count her in bed but I doubt she’s much.” I snorted. He chuckled a little at that.

 

“What’s this prophecy anyway?” I asked unsure if I would like this.

 

“I was wondering, when you would ask!” he exaggerated grinning.

 

“Shut up” I grumbled, I'm feeling cranky and sleepy. I looked at the sky to see it was turning into kind of orange, pink and other light mix of colors. The sun was rising.

 

“By the way name’s Derek, yours?”

 

“Violet”

 

I snuggled into his chest watching the sunrise. I have a feeling this will be a long story- that and he's so warm and comfy.

 

“It all began centuries ago. The moon goddess wasn't always the moon goddess, she was a kind soul, and one of the most powerful light witches in her time. Her name was Aileen.

 

She fell in love with the first Alpha of the first and only pack, Alpha Filtiarn. However many didn't approve of their love and so there were many conspiracies against them and supporters. But no matter what they were inseparable.

 

Time passed and soon enough they gave birth to two twin daughters who many thought that they shouldn’t exist for they were half wolf and half witch. Both more powerful than anything in the world.” He paused.

 

“Anyway some werewolves and witches and other supernatural creatures banded together to try and kill the sisters but ended up killing their parents instead, however they left a gift for their daughters.”

 

“Aileen, became a goddess because of her pure heart, she gifted her daughters her powers. One with the power of light, the other the power of darkness from the darkest corner of her soul, balancing each other out.

 

“She also gave a gift to the werewolf, witch and supernatural society, mates. She wanted others to experience the love she and Filtiarn experienced and soon enough she watched over mates also matching them.

 

Alpha Filtian gift to his daughters was his pack.”

 

“Both girls received his pack which soon became two packs. One for the twin of light, the first and only pure white wolf, and the other for the twin of the night the first and only pure black wolf.”

 

“Alpha Filtian is said to be watching over packs and choosing those he believes are worthy to become alpha's as his daughters died out after as threat rose, killing them both.

 

Despite their death, peace was restored and packs were made across the world.”

 

“Every one hundred years, the twins are reborn, direct descendants of the moon goddess and the Alpha king as before and when reborn are sent back to Earth to their separate original packs.”

 

“What are you saying?” I asked him after taking it all in. “You’re one of the