Gilbert Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

I didn’t see such fine daggers before; the blade looked so sharp that a single jab could easily cut the bone of anyone. With a contented smile, I answered, “Of course, I can. Will I need them in the ball?” Violet answered briefly, “Yes if needed but your main duty will be a perfect cover for Young Master.” “Cover? What do I have to do?” I asked in a puzzled tone when Violet passed me a ring with a blue gem in the middle. She explained while rotating that gem in a particular pattern, “There is the antidote for aphroditic, Maybe, you have to try some drugs as Young Master and you will join the party as their customers. Remember, you will be his sex slave and I hope that you know-”

His small body curled softly against me, warm and trusting, and I pressed my cheek lightly to the top of his head. Across the courtyard, Violet abandoned her conversation and made her way to the trays again. Her steps lost their earlier confidence. She looked over each bottle, her breath growing uneven as she searched for the one she had planted. She found it in the wrong position and froze. She whispered something under her breath, then lifted it too quickly, like she expected it to disappear from her hand.

Beneath them, the violet lilies were blooming in a way that felt too perfect, too vibrant, as if the saturation of the world had been adjusted by an invisible hand. In the sky, the "User Profile" eye remained open, a massive, silver-white iris that held no clinical malice, but something far more invasive: affection. It wasn't a machine looking for a "Genesis" frequency anymore. It was a Presence that found their struggle "delightful."

Hibiki commented as she scooped Violet up. That girl is just adorable no matter what she wears. Ivy had put her in one of the dresses we’d bought the other day. It was a golden yellow dress with white lace edging the bottom of the dress and an accent on the center of the chest by the collar. Her blonde hair was tamed into a simple braid. And she was heart-melting as she leaned her head against Hibiki’s shoulder, letting out a little yawn before popping her thumb into her mouth.

I said. "Okay, 1 second." He said taking another phone and dialing the mansion's number. "Sir, there is something wrong." Greta said through the phone. "Greta where is Violet?" I asked. "In the garden." Shit.

He had passed a good period of time within the cave and now it was time to head back to his home. "W-wait!" Violet suddenly called out. "You have saved me twice now. Of course, I would also like to think that it was due to my intangible energy that affects the opponent's bad luck. But there is no denying that you saved me... here." Parting her lips, Violet coughed violently until she vomited a purple gem. Picking up the gem, she slithered forward and introduced the item, "This is my Natal Pearl. Although poisonous, it also counters many cruel poisons in the world. You... can take it," Violet's tone grew softer as she looked away.

On the underside of her forearm, pale against her skin, was a mark. It was faint, almost translucent, but unmistakable: a crescent moon, curved and delicate, glowing faintly as though lit from beneath her flesh. Evelyn stumbled back from the mirror, clutching her wrist. The mark pulsed once, in rhythm with her heartbeat, before fading to nothing more than a faint silver shimmer. Her throat went dry.

Gildeon adjusted his glasses, nodded, and gave them a courteous smile. The silence that followed after they were left alone was almost suffocating. Arah wiped her hands and pushed stray blue curls out of her eyes as she met Gildeon halfway. “Why are you here?” She bit the inside of her lip, not meaning for that question to sound unfriendly. He didn’t seem to mind, though, and revealed what was behind his back—a bouquet of exotic-looking violet flowers with cloud-shaped petals. A gasp slipped past her lips, and she snapped her gaze up at him. His reptilian eyes glinted behind his glasses.

He hammers me in the side again, but I close my eyes and bear it. “It’s okay, Gemini!” Blossom shouts. “Let him go…” I growl, then limp back, stumbling as I take a few steps back. Violet comes flying into view, her hand wound up as she throws her entire weight into her fist and hammers Elliot in the face. He crumbles to the side, looking up at her, his eyes wild yet full of sorrow. “I, Violet Evergreen, reject you Elliot. A dirty, mangy rogue.” She screams, blood drips down her face, her body shaking violently as she clutches her fists. “One unworthy of breathing.”

That was one of the most insane ideas she had ever heard. When Morgana was in front of her, Violet stared into her eyes, and only then she realized the purple iris was really bright, like it was shining. "Let's see how long you can take it." Morgana said and waved her hand, and Violet felt her body whirr and bump against the table. The vases and books above it fell on the floor. A few candles were blown out when Violet flew above them. "Are you really going to mess all your office just to provoke me?" Violet said with a teasing smile.