Gilbert Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

A silent defender of the expansive gardens, which provided a rare oasis of tranquility in the tumultuous household, he appeared to move through the estate with a grace that came from a profound respect for the land. Using the lessons she had forgotten as a child, Violet started to try secret communication. She thought back to her father's codes, the lighthearted ciphers he had taught her, which disguised their actual function as a word and number game. She would leave subtle marks as she passed Mateo in the dimly lit hallways while on her cleaning rounds. For example, a particular cleaning cloth arrangement, a faint chalk mark on a hidden corner of a stone bench in the garden, or a flower ar

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.

And Violet watched. She leaned against the workbench, a clipboard dangling from her fingers, her own grease-stained coveralls unzipped to the sternum, showing the tight black tank top beneath. Her hair, a dark auburn mane, was tied up in a messy knot, tendrils escaping to curl against her neck. She took a slow sip from her coffee mug, the liquid bitter and cold. “Hudson,” she called out, her voice not loud but clear, cutting through the garage’s din.

It was Violet. Dressed in a flowing gown that mirrored the moonlit sky, her ebony hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate features and illuminating eyes the color of twilight. In her presence, a sense of both vulnerability and fierce determination resonated—an echo of her turbulent past and her unwavering spirit.

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

How could she not have noticed the sword before? Musa furrowed her eyebrows, “Who are you and why do you recognize me as Musa? That name no longer needs to be tied to me!” Violet stared down at her feet, then back at the sword. “My name is Yak Ann Sinora but many know me as Violet.” Musa held the sword closer to Violet's face. “Who are you? I've never heard the name before and I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before.” Violet snapped her finger, changing into her true appearance.

“Do you want to know why the bond with those princes feels wrong and right at the same time? Why your power wakes forests and calls storms? Why your scent ruins immortal men?” My heart thundered. “Yes,” I whispered. “No,” I whispered at the same time. She laughed a soft, rippling sound that made the flowers bloom again. “You are almost ready. Not yet. But soon.” She withdrew her hand and the field behind me parted into a path. “Take something from here, Violet Black. Whatever calls to you. But choose carefully. Everything in this garden has a price… and many treasures do not wish to be held. To you however, consider it a gift.”

Damien said warily, “whatever you’re thinking—” “I just need to understand what she is.” I placed my hand flat against the screen. The moment my skin touched it, the display flared white, code spilling across it like a flood of light. The machine responded to me. It shouldn’t have, but it did. A cascade of files unlocked—PROJECT SERAPH: SUBJECT E-01 (Elara Vale). SUBJECT E-02 (Phoenix). I scrolled, heart pounding. There were pages of data—brainwave maps, compatibility charts, fusion protocols.

Gilbert's body felt so cold that Kisa flustered after feeling his body temperature. She grabbed Gilbert's hand and said, trembling, "Gilbert, wake up. I found the vines. I'll get you out of here now. You're going to be just fine. Can you open your eyes and look at me? I beg you, Gilbert, please open your eyes."

Not anymore. She was ready to go, to just get up and walk out of the Garden – but she had to wait. Gideon had sent for Violet about two hours earlier and she hadn’t come back to the ward yet, and Iris knew better than to risk leaving before the other woman’s return. There would be a Guardian roaming the compound somewhere to keep himself awake, waiting for the signal from Gideon that he was done performing the Ritual with his number ten woman-servant. That Guardian would escort Violet back to the ward, watch her drink the mandatory pre-bedtime warm milk, then leave the women until their wake-up call at five a.m.