Gilbert Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

Violet’s eyes fluttered open to an expanse of stark white. The walls were sterile, the air filled with an antiseptic smell that stung her nostrils. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to focus, the world around her a hazy blur. She blinked several times, desperately trying to piece together the fragments of her reality.

It was as if a child had painted this world straight from their imagination. Wheras they were gasping in awe, Violet looked disturbed. She winced in distase as if she was seeing something different from them. Sean couldn't understand why she had reacted this way when this world looked so incredibly stunning. They enetered th space and the waterfall behind them disappeared at once “Wow,” a soldier exclaimed, reaching out to pluck a flower. But Violet stopped him instantly. “Don’t. They’re carnivorous.” The soldier and the others froze, perplexed. He didn’t attempt it again.

"We can rebuild it, Nevan. Not as a fortress. As a home. We have the land. We have the peace. And we have each other." "And the 'final design' Julian mentioned?" Nevan asked. I pulled a small, silver locket from the bottom of the chest. It didn't have data. It had a packet of seeds—seeds that had been genetically stabilized by Julian to grow in the scorched earth of the grove. They were a variant of the wild violet, but they were hardy, vibrant, and entirely natural. "He left us the garden," I said, smiling through the tears. Six months later.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

"The thallium was in the nightstand next to Genevieve's bed and the Prussian blue was in the medicine cabinet, all the way in the back." "Are they Genevieve's?" Eric took one bottle into each hand, studying them. "I don't know," I said. "But I looked up thallium poison. It's a colorless, odorless, tasteless poison whose symptoms can easily be confused with different natural diseases." "Symptoms like what?" "Vomiting, nausea, stomach pain. To name a few." Eric put the bottles down. "You think that…" "Genevieve's not sick. She's poisoned. And I don't know for sure but I have this horrible feeling that my Aunt Elise has something to do with it." I felt my hands begin to shake and put them in my

Even now there were times I felt the need to bare my neck to him in surrender. His twin siblings Violet and Logan were pole opposites. Logan, with his red hair and blue eyes, looked like Gabriel and Violet, with her blonde hair and green eyes looked like her mother. They were slightly older than the others. Violet liked to dress up as her mother did and would walk around the garden in her little princess heels, flipping her hair over her shoulder and she rolled her eyes. She also kept giving everyone the finger if they so much as told her no. Clearly Aurora gets away with far too much if her kid has the same attitude.

she said softly as she got on her tippy toes and pecked my mouth. "When I am finished showering I will need help putting on this monstrosity," I told her as I lifted the material. Violet nodded and asked if id received a pin to clasp it. I pulled the fabric apart and noticed there were two garments, one smaller than the other, and handed it to her. I heard a metallic clank and looked at the ground to see a golden pin. Bending down I lifted the pin and showed Violet. It was a golden wolf's head with ruby-red eyes.

Evangeline snarled, her form beginning to blur with supernatural speed, "then no one will. I'll tear his consciousness apart before I let your pathetic garden magic undo my work." She lunged forward with inhuman velocity, her claws extended toward Iris's throat, but the network beneath the greenhouse responded to the threat with protective fury. Stone erupted from the floor in crystalline spears, each one singing with preserved voices as Eleanor's geological garden finally revealed its full defensive capabilities.

“I almost forgot. Luna Sylvia gave me this to give to you.” In her hand was a little golden name tag with “Violet” etched along the front in beautiful cursive. “A name tag?” I stated the obvious. Olive nodded, then leaned in like she was going to tell me a secret. “You see how ours is gold and how some of the other guests have silver ones?” She asked, waiting several seconds as I scanned the crowd. When I nodded, her lips thinned into a small line. “Silver means they have the rogue gene. Gold means they’re clear.”