Gilbert Violet Evergarden Age Novels & Stories

“No you're not Azarael's dog, you're the daughter of Lilly Agatha Sinora, the seventh keeper of the Thestryn valley—” “—I hate that name!” “But you're tied to it.” “No,” Violet frowned, “I am not, not unless Lilly Agatha Sinora lives.” “Even if she live not, she had a name many remember, and she has a child who is called Violet.” A glow appeared in Violet's eyes and she said, “What if Violet disappears?” Piggy shrugged before going to sit on the furniture he sat on earlier, “Its impossible, even if you change your name, your hair colour won't change I'll still call you Violet.”

Taylor was very surprised by his daughter, he thought she would be disobedient and normal like every other day, but today she looks so different, like growing up overnight. But they all didn't know that the Violet in front of them was not their little eighteen-year-old daughter who could only raise her hand for money all day, only knowing how to coax them, but Violet from the future, her real age was twenty years old. This matter Violet will not tell anyone.

I sat down primly and lowered my eyes from his intense stare. "Your name is Violet Wilson…why were you a servant in your own family's home?" He asked me blatantly. I opened my mouth to answer then closed it as I tried to figure out an appropriate reply. Grayson waved his hand telling me to never mind that. "What is your age?" I furrowed my brow curious as to why he wanted to know. "I turned eighteen a few days before Jack's wedding," I answered nervously. "So young," he mumbled. "You smell really pleasant," I blurted and covered my mouth as my cheeks turned red. His eyes glowed as he looked at me and chuckled.

Her fingers danced across the keys like butterflies, conveying the joy that Violet couldn't control. Carl was known for his arrogance, and he never shared his birthday with anyone. This had to be the password. Violet stared at the screen with unwavering determination. After about a second, the result showed up. The password was incorrect. How could it be? Violet furrowed her brows. Once again, she rapidly entered several sets of passwords. But all of them failed. Violet was about to give up. In despair, she entered Carl's birthday, Whitney's birthday, and her own birthday one after another.

"Hi, I've never seen you around. Are you a member of the Rebels?" Violet heard a low voice behind her, which almost made her heart stop. She was caught off guard while examining the exits that led to the pool of the mansion. Could she escape from there? Violet turned to look at the young lady that was talking to her. She looked like a teenager, not older than fifteen years. Why was a girl so young like that in a party full of alcohol and adults? Arden would never allow something like that in his palace, for sure.

The next story Violet "Hey, you! Get over here and pour us some wine!" A bejeweled lady crooked a finger at me, her voice the kind of entitlement that never questions itself. In my plain dress, she'd pegged me as staff. I stood in the corner of the glittering hall, at a loss for a beat. Tonight was my younger sister Liriel's eighteenth birthday. Lights blazed. Guests swarmed. And I—Violet Ward, the so-called eldest daughter of the Ward Family—was being mistaken for a waitress because I'd dared show up in something simple.

Children born as evidence. Violet backed away from the cradle. The nursery suddenly felt too small. Too staged. Too full of invisible breath. “Who was 1907?” “I don’t know.” She stared at him. This time, his expression did not change. Maybe because it was true. Maybe because he was better at lying now. Violet looked at Mrs. Blythe. The housekeeper still would not meet her eyes. Oh. Oh, no. “You know,” Violet said. Mrs. Blythe’s fingers tightened around the lamp handle.

Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely entered the garden, she still had to take precautions in case people like Jenedeith sauntered in. The thought of that rude woman made her blood boil. She recalled the way she treated Mila, called her slave and insulted her. Then she was Xavier's mistress meaning she'd be here regularly. Violet sat beside a beautiful red rose bush, and bringing her knees up, she leaned close and enjoyed the sweet scent of the flowers. She slowly traced their little buds and stem, then hissed quietly when something pricked her finger and she just starting to suck on it when a small growl froze her.

Violet laughed as she advised. She appeared to be only 16 years old, but her actual age was already nearly 160 years old. She was a genuine old hag. The reason she looked so young was all thanks to her voodoo magic. Violet cultivated one of the Million Voodoo Sect's strongest divine voodoo techniques: the Millennium Voodoo. Apart from requiring an extremely long cultivation time, this voodoo had remarkably good effects. Eternal youth and ten thousand years of vitality were among its characteristics. It was also for this reason that it became the most favored voodoo for women in the Million Voodoo Sect to cultivate. Liking it did not necessarily mean one could master it, however, since this w

I couldn't even begin to imagine her with a child. “How old is this child?” Havoc turned away. “Her name is Violet, and from what I have been told she’s four.” Four. Iris had a daughter called Violet, who was four. I had been with her for one single night five years ago. “Who is the kid’s father?” I sucked at math. “When's the kid’s...birthday?” Shit. Math might not be my forte but even I could work out forty weeks.