Major Gilbert Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

If Violet got hurt, if she… if anything happened to her, he would bring a bloodbath to their doorstep. And so would I, even if he didn’t order it. I was walking through the garden on my way to the main hall when I caught a glimpse of Violet inside the fortress. She was so beautiful, so radiant, a goddess walking among us. A goddess I could only watch from afar and touch only in my memories. A goddess who made me want to fall asleep just to reach her in dreams. “Distracted by the view…?” Diana’s mother, Alivia, said behind me, her voice making me turn in surprise.

At the end of the hall, she saw her lover, waiting for her with quiet understanding in his eyes. “Timmy…” she whispered, barely holding herself together. “Let’s go.” He took one look at her and moved closer. “What happened, love?” he asked gently. But Violet didn’t answer. Her eyes caught something small and unexpected. Just behind him, sitting calmly on the couch, was a little girl with a head of vivid red curls. She was watching them silently, hugging a stuffed fox to her chest. And she looked exactly like Scarlet, like a miniature version of her, just with different features.

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.

I roared, “and slap each of them as hard as you can!” Violet moved quickly. She rose from the bed, still wrapping her naked body in the large royal sheet, and stepped toward them. She slapped them. Once. Twice. Three times. They all looked shaken… but Mirella broke first. She was the softest. Smoking was the one thing she did better than anyone. She ran. She returned with the book. The words were spoken. And just like that, the mark vanished from Violet’s palm. Violet cried. She ran to me.

motion. [Apparently... I like the scent of the boss, the smell of the master reminds me of my mother, if I hug the boss now, will I be fired?] - Violet is captivated by Basil's scent. She has bold thoughts. ..... Violet's skirt fell down revealing her slender shoulders and inadvertently revealed part of her chest. Violet quickly grabbed her skirt and covered her breasts with her hands, her face was now red and embarrassed. “What… that is… breasts?” ' Basil exclaimed, filled with stupidity. But before the two could say more, the door to the room suddenly opened once more.

Elise asked but Violet shook her head. “ Valdosta is supposed to make him break that covenant or turn him into a mind control zombie. She is also a world class hypnotist too. She is really good at what she does and she should not be underestimated at all.” violet explained and the both of them nodded. But before Bianca could launch into her own findings, a woman dressed in a purple hood and a hat made with webs and cotton walked into the restaurant attracting their attention. She began stumbling and walking into people making people to leave the road for her and before they could say jack.

Mika exclaimed, pointing at him. Darrion looked down towards his sleeves and pants. “Nothing’s wrong with me. Or what, do you see oil smear anywhere?” He looked at his thigh again, trying to find any smear. Gilbert left the receptionist to approach the blonde. The man closed the door before leaning closer to the young windlet. Then he plucked the twig out of his hair. “Oh, that.” Was Darrion’s response when he saw the twig in Gilbert’s hands. Then it was followed by “Thanks.”

Violet lingered, her gaze sweeping the room. “Thank you for the tour,” she said, her smile perfectly poised. “It’s clear this company is in... passionate hands.” Carlisle’s head snapped up, his gray eyes narrowing. “Miss Harrington, if there’s a specific concern you have, feel free to address it directly.” Violet raised her hands in mock surrender. “No concerns. Just an observation.” The tension between them was palpable, and I felt like an unwelcome spectator in a private war. The sound of the door opening broke the silence, and we all turned as the doors opened to reveal Erwin who is standing on his tippy toes to open the door, his nanny Lucy trailing behind.

Absolutely nothing. The reason he allowed her to clean up after him is to teach her. In the process of cleaning up, she could encounter things which are of no use to him anymore, but are still beneficial to her. After all, a senior’s waste paper is a junior’s reference material. As he tidies up his workstation, Gilbert’s heart bleeds at the level of devastation caused by the explosion. The contents of the cauldron are nowhere to be found, having combusted into pure ash. Gilbert whips out his journal to record the result of his first experiment with the Mors flower- Failure.

Tyler’s bravado was a thin veil, and I could scent the rising ozone of his panic as he realized his lie might be shredded in front of the pack elders. My own heart hammered against my ribs, but I forced a smile to bridge the awkward silence. "I haven't even offered Sir Cooper my tribute yet!" I chirped, pulling a small, velvet-lined box from my clutch. "Happy name-day, Sir Cooper. May your howl always be strong." Gideon took the gift, his eyes unreadable. "Thank you, Ivy. Don't be a stranger to the Cooper lands."