Violet Evergarden Book Novels & Stories

Ivy stood on the edge, isolated from the other females who were already forming cliques. Then, a sudden spray of cold water hit her. It soaked her dress, the fabric clinging to her skin. She spun around, eyes blazing. Cole stood there, a wooden ladle in his hand, looking bored. “Cole Ryder, what is wrong with you?” she snapped. He didn't answer. He just scooped another ladle and threw it directly into her face. Her hair matted to her neck, dripping. “Just playing the game, Mercer,” he said. Ivy exploded. She grabbed a bucket and charged. The two of them began a frantic, splashing chase, disappearing into the thick ferns of the rainforest.

"How come it fell? I did arrange the book properly, huh. Tsk, and I put it on the bottom but still, it fell. Aish." I could do nothing but return it but even before I could return it I was distracted by a familiar letter. "Vlaze Kingdom?" I read. I remember once hearing this name. I don't know where but it was familiar to me. Out of surprise I opened it. I even had a hard time because the pages were so close together that it was so old. But the moment I managed to unfold that I was exposed to a terrifying picture of a familiar place. From huge trees, huge gates and lofty palaces. A cold wind enveloped me of recognizing the place. It was the same palace I saw in my dreams.

It was last seen 15 years before in the palace and was suddenly lost without anyone’s knowledge. It made Rachel to wonder, what that book is and how it was lost. She was also curious to know why Lily’s blood was able to lift Eric’s curse, she wanted to learn everything but her mother seems not to answer more about it. ** Deep inside the dark forest inside that abandoned cave, there was a woman kneeling on the ground with her eyes closed and her hands waving above her head in a rhythm. Suddenly the place was filled with a violet smoke disrupting whatever she was doing. The woman got up from there and walked towards the violet smoke with an annoyed look.

⸻ Ashani: The Watching Eye Meanwhile, miles away, Ashani sat in a small, cluttered study deep within the heart of the Hollow Hill estate, the weight of recent events pressing down on her. The ancient texts before her lay open, the pages worn and frayed, but the knowledge they contained was still sharp and powerful. Her fingers traced the symbols on the pages, the same ones Clara had shown her, the same ones that had played a part in the ancient bindings, the rituals meant to contain the Seed of Varethkaal.

And I believed him Even if part of me still wondered If I could keep them safe from me --- But just before dawn, as the sky began to gray, the sigil on my arm flared once more Not gold Not black But violet A blend of both And I heard it A voice that wasn’t mine, wasn’t hers New Unclaimed Elixir, it whispered, you are no longer gate or flame You are becoming something else entirely I opened my eyes And the stars above the Grove blinked out One by one The stars didn’t flicker—they vanished One by one, pinpricks of light were swallowed by an invisible veil above the Grove. There was no wind. No sound. Just the cold hush of something watching from beyond what eyes could see

It's the Misty Evergarden Grenade, a potent weapon designed to incapacitate even the most powerful vampires. As the grenade arcs through the air toward Vivaldi, I cry out, "Look out!" But Vivaldi merely eyes the Evergardenade with an expression of amusement, his lips forming a fleeting, sly grin. The grenade explodes in a cloud of swirling mist, enveloping Vivaldi in its hazy embrace. For a moment, I fear the worst—but then, with a swift clap of his hands, the fog dissipates, revealing Vivaldi.

A hearth burned with blue fire, throwing dancing shadows onto tapestries woven with scenes of wolves and trees that moved when Charlie wasn't looking directly at them. Selene gestured toward a circular table made of polished stone veined with silver. "Sit," she said gently. Charlie did, though her legs felt like warm Jell-O. Wren sat beside her, his hand resting lightly on the table but his body angled toward her—protective without touching. Selene moved with unhurried grace, collecting items from shelves: a bowl carved from obsidian, a vial of something pearlescent, a thin strip of white cloth, and a knife whose blade shimmered translucent as water.

Needs to feel real. Dear Violet, I start. Then stop. What do I say to that woman? The one whose world just ended? The one who thought her life was over? I start again. Dear Violet, It's me. You. Three years in the future. And I know right now you're standing in that living room thinking your life is over. Thinking you'll never breathe normally again. Thinking the pain will never end. I'm writing to tell you that you're wrong. And right. And everything in between.

This time, she made certain she didn’t show him so much of her legs when she adjusted on the saddle. They rode everywhere, at least it seemed like everywhere for her. She had never seen so much land without farms or houses occupying the space. Everything was so green. Red, violet, yellow, and pink flowers sprinkled the fields like a rainbow. She adored every second she was out here with Gabe. Once in a while, he stopped and pointed to something and told her a little history behind the object. It amazed her how educated he was, and it pleased her more than it should.