Novel Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

I called But he simply ignored me, now there is no way I can back out from this wedding, father knows what to always say when he wants me to yeild and I never backed down from a challenge. I brought out my phone and searched for Violet Greco. The first picture I saw sparked something inside me, from her amethyst eyes to her black curly hair and cute freckles around her nose. Her heart shapes lips but her eyes held something that I can decipher. In this picture, she was smiling at something and truly she was beautiful and very feminine. But beautiful women are easily broken and I always break them until they totally wither away. “ Hello, brother.” Dmitri walked in startling me.

AUTHOR’S POV Sunlight gently kissed Violet's face, and as she aroused, she felt something in her right hand. Her fingers closed around it, recognizing the texture of paper. Clutched in her hand was a letter, bearing the unmistakable scent of grapefruit, which she knew was Ezra's. She held it close and sat up in the bed.

Violet scoots back a bit shocked and in awe. "What?" Jade asks her, shocked with her reaction. "Did your eyes just glow green in color?" Violet questions. "Violet, my eyes are already green in color" Jade scrambles for an answer, because she herself wasn't sure if her eyes were glowing green just like Violet had just said. "Yeah, maybe I'm just hallucinating or whatever because of my lack of sleep" Violet mutters confusedly under her breath, "but back to the topic at hand" Jade was thankful that she somehow managed to dodge that question.

Instead, I clung to Violet, spending hours in her company, soaking up her laughter and warmth as we tried to forget the chaos around us. “Let’s go for a walk in the gardens,” Violet suggested one afternoon, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I need some fresh air.” I nodded, grateful for the distraction. As we walked, the vibrant flowers surrounded us, their colors a stark contrast to my muddled emotions. “It’s beautiful out here,” I said, trying to focus on the scenery rather than the weight of my thoughts. “Yeah, it really is,” Violet replied, her smile wide. “And look! There’s Casper!”

I proposed, trying to find a middle ground. Violet's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Deal, Mum! What can we do instead?" I pondered momentarily, contemplating an engaging activity that would channel her energy in a positive direction. "How about we create a treasure hunt in the garden? We can make maps, hide clues, and go on an adventure together," I suggested. Violet's smile widened, excitement radiating from her. "That sounds brilliant, Mum! I'll be the pirate captain, and we'll search for buried treasure!"

And on and on and fucking on. Violet had been in the Garden for a long time – she wasn’t totally sure how long, since Iris had explained that the women had been drugged, but if pushed, she’d say it was almost five years. Five years of being told exactly what to do, and every minute of her every day scheduled and supervised, and being summoned to Gideon’s room when it was her night to perform The Ritual, and not being asked to have a single thought or opinion about any of it.

"She's not just breaking down walls – she's building something new. Something better." The ancient teacher nodded, its light forming images of other children worldwide, other points of connection beginning to form. Violet wasn't unique – she was just the first. A pioneer showing the way for a new generation that would grow up understanding the true nature of magic. "Great," Derek sighed, though he was smiling. "Our daughter's not just running cosmic kindergarten – she's franchising it." But I barely heard him. Something was happening in the garden, something that made my breath catch. The beings were moving in perfect synchronization now, their light weaving together around Violet in pattern

POV DARLENE The violet sun hung heavy over the city of glass, casting long, bruised shadows that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. As I stood in the lush meadow of the past, the scent of blooming fire-lilies and ozone filled my lungs, a sensory overload that made my head swim. Beside me, Eryx was a pillar of tension, his fingers digging into the hilt of his sword, which now hummed with a violet resonance that matched the sky.

Violet's pov The rage I felt in the past few days was channeled to my new hobby--- tending the garden. The garden became my healing spot and Mama's cottage, my safe space. The flowers in the garden looked so appealing that I'm sometimes afraid to touch them because I'm afraid to scar or bruise them. They are so delicate they remind me of myself.

Time away from him was all the therapy she needed. Now that she was partly okay, and Mila was away for some work, her next activity was to spend a good time in the beautiful garden. The harmony of the colours and sweet scents of the flowers had been everything peaceful too her. The only peace that had found her in this hell hole. Violet lingered at the gates, eyes quickly scanning the environment for traces of anyone she wouldn't want to bump into. 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.