Violet Evergarden Book Novels & Stories

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

Violet paused when she noticed the name of the book, a slow smirk tugging at her lips. "You’re reading it like you actually understand it," she remarked lightly, amusement dancing in her voice as she crossed the hall and settled onto the couch across from him. Chris raised his gaze from the book and met her eyes. Instead of replying, he simply smiled. "That one’s for beginners," Violet continued, nudging her chin toward the book. A flicker of nostalgia softened her expression as she leaned back on the couch. "It was my first book. Took me almost a year to master it." Her smile deepened as old memories surfaced. She was very young when she embraced her special power, but not by choice. Being

᯽⊱❈═ 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."

Now, only minutes after sending Caelan away, I find myself standing far too close to Aria while she looks up at me with those impossible violet eyes. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she says. I lie. She calls me a liar. And Gods, I nearly kiss her right there. Instead, I touch one of her curls. A compromise. A terrible fucking compromise. The instant my fingers brush her hair, her magic responds. And so does mine. Power hums beneath my skin. Her violet eyes widen slightly. She felt it too. “Because,” I tell her, “I’m beginning to think being around you is a very bad idea.”

The sun, dipping low in the sky, cast a soft glow across the garden, adding warmth to the already soothing atmosphere. Zoe sank down onto a smooth, flat rock near a small pond, watching as koi fish glided beneath lily pads, their orange and white scales gleaming in the late afternoon light. She pulled the Chronicles of the Aetherians from her bag and laid it on her knees, her fingers lightly tracing the intricate symbols on its leather-bound cover. The book felt ancient, alive even, as if it held secrets waiting to be unlocked, secrets she was only beginning to understand.

Even Amber was surprised. I looked at the book again and read out what was inscribed on it, "Flowers in a Strange Garden." This meant the lady was telling the truth. There was actually a garden in Eclipse pack, just not the regular one. I dropped the book and grabbed the box, observing the flowers. Their light red colored petals were absolutely beautiful. Little wonder they did beautiful things. There was no doubt that these were the Rain Flowers. I hoped they help bring back Miguel's memory. I took just one petal and hid it safely in my pocket.

8 Two days later, Violet was working in the garden. Her job for today was to pluck the weed and water the garden that was maintained well with blooming and bright flowers on Kiara's demand. They grew in the part of the garden that was visible from her window. Sighing weakly, Violet mopped the back of her wrist on her forehead. It was scorching hot today. Summers were starting to begin and the sun was showing its wrath already. Her throat was dry, her lips cracking from lack of water and her tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth.

Hiraya stood outside, elegant as always, holding a black garment bag that likely cost more than the dorm room itself. “Hello, bunso,” she said gently. “I brought your dress.” She stepped inside. She froze. The room was thick with static. Residual magic. Emotion, she couldn’t hide. Hiraya’s eyes narrowed. “Althea… what happened?” She touched her sister’s arm. And that was the mistake. Hiraya jerked as if struck. Her pupils dilated. Her fingers spasmed. She saw everything. The corridor. Noah’s hands braced beside her head. His breath, shaking.

“Come on, guys. It’s a nice change of pace. Trust me, this stuff is smooth as silk.” In an instant, the peaceful atmosphere shattered as a deafening crash echoed from Violet’s room. Our hearts racing, we scrambled to the scene of the commotion, desperate to uncover its cause. As we burst into the room, our eyes fell upon a startling sight - Violet sitting amidst a mountain of books, as if they had rained down upon her. What could have caused such a bizarre occurrence? Our minds raced with fear and curiosity as we stood there, trying to piece together the puzzle before us.

The violet against the north wall produced its first bud of the season on a Tuesday morning in April and Anya documented it with the careful attention she had brought to every stage of its existence since January of the previous year. Third spring, she wrote in the garden journal she had started keeping. The violet returns. She showed it to me over breakfast. Her handwriting had matured over the year in the particular way that ten-year-old handwriting matured into eleven-year-old handwriting, more confident, more itself. She was eleven now.