Novel Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

The air in the Basin was humid, smelling of damp earth and predators. Ivy arrived early with Noah. It was April, the moon was transitioning, and the heat was rising. She wore a slim yellow dress that caught the dappled sunlight, her dark hair falling to her waist like silk. She didn't need jewels. She stood there, and the other she-wolves simply faded. “Look at her,” someone hissed from the Copywriting pack. “Fallen socialite or not, she’s still a Mercer. She thinks she’s too good for the dirt.”

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

᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽ A villain, that's what the little dragon said to her, that's what he suggested to her to thrones, to avoid that cold, sharp fate at her core; that crimson sheet on the floor spreading. "Thinking too much, violet?" the dragon wings that were so familiar just landed on the balcony, with an almost theatrical delicacy. "Overthinking is euphemism, dear..." the purple-eyed one sighed as she said "this all seems so...strange."

Violet As we walked toward the garden, Axel looked down at me. “What happened to the white gown?” I kept my hand tucked into his, considered lying. I could not tell Axel about how the fabric had gone tore or about the voice in my head. So I told him the safest part of the truth. “There was something on it,” I said quietly. “When I touched it, my fingers turned blue. It started itching and burning.” Axel stopped walking. His expression hardened so fast that the air around him changed. “What?”

Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise within her. She left them to do her bidding as she got out her crystal and tried to gaze into the ball. She only saw darkness and she almost yelled in frustration. She opened a tray that carried different poultices and began adding them to the mixture in Elise's hands. She collected the bowl and began chanting. The vulture began to shake and say Luna stone, Luna stone in a hoarse voice. Bianca backed away while Elise looked at the animal with interest. Violet suddenly had to stop mixing when her phone rang. “ It is your mate Elise and he is asking for you.”

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.

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> Chapter 18 Violet's POV The tension was depressing and I almost couldn't swallow, not with the stares. The stares that made me wish I was back in the basement and eaten molded bread. "Why aren't you eating, dear?" Kane asked, drawing all eyes on me as if it wasn't already bad enough. "I am." I closed my eyes and swallowed. "Is the food not to your taste?" He asked and snapped his fingers at the maids in waiting. "Who made this food?"

I closed my eyes and let exhaustion do its job. _________________________________________________________________________ I was back to that day in the garden, watching the sunset. “(…) You are important to me.” Violet’s voice was sweet, her eyes filled with concern and care. Her touch on my hand burned like hot embers. The sweetness in her gaze was a punishment, and her beauty tormented me, making everything harder, more unbearable. I swallowed hard, searching her face, trying to convince myself of what I should do next. But I already knew: this was a dream. It was always the same dream. So, since it was only a dream… I let out a long sigh.

Violet Something terrible is going to happen today. I don’t know why I feel like that as I carefully walk down the stairs with my blonde hair flowing behind me. My long white dress is soft like silk and hugs my porcelain skin in all the right places. Everyone’s eyes are on me—the Alpha king’s daughter—as I approach the bottom floor where the mating ball is waiting for me.

I answered. Didn’t even know if I didn’t want to hear those words, or jealousy got the best part of me. If it was the latter, I really had to decide on what I wanted. “W-work? Milady, we’re not finished yet.” She commented, with her eyes locked to the ground. “Yes correct, but we should start from somewhere right?” I stated hurriedly. My hands swept over my hair as I put on my clothes. The violet ones Lydia previously wore. “I presume, yes but--”