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.

I ignored them and took my throne. Moonstone’s Alpha began talking about alliances, visions, prosperity. His words blended into background noise. I was listening for footsteps. For Violet. The doors slammed open. Every head turned. Violet rushed in, breathless, holding a silver tray. Her hair was tousled, sticking to her forehead. Her apron was stained with vegetables. Her cheeks flushed from the heat of the kitchen. She looked like a maid. Not a Luna. Not my mate. Not the woman meant to sit beside me.

“Oh, my Goddess, it’s a damn miracle.” I heard Greg whisper. “Quick take a picture!” “Is she really....” Daren started before I straightened up and looked over there. I was met with three sets of wide eyes and Violet giving us a knowing smirk. I felt my phone start to vibrate with text messages. Violet mind linked me,

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

I pulled the small bundle up to my chest, wrapping him in the tattered remains of my skirt to shield him from the wind. "Please. Please, don't be silent. Cry. Scream. Anything." I whispered, rubbing his tiny, purple back. I brushed the blood and vernix from his face. He was tiny, but perfect. Ten fingers. Ten toes. A tuft of jet-black hair. And then, his eyes opened. I gasped. They weren't blue like Lucas’s. They weren't brown like mine. They were Violet. A glowing, electric purple that seemed to glow with power, illuminating the dark hollow of the tree.

"Violet! I know you're here! Hallie just wanted to see the violets in your garden. Why is the gate locked?" He looked up and stopped. "Where are the violets?" Looking at the empty garden, Camilo looked confused. "Did you really dig up the violets we planted and took care of together? You said that once they bloomed, we would enjoy them together, make syrup, and take out their smell..."

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.