Violet Evergarden Book Novels & Stories

But when I was about to put the book back on the shelf, my hand gripped the book tighter. "Oh, Moon Goddess," cried Eliz, stepping back to avoid me. A blue light flashed out of the book, and suddenly the wind was fast enough to open all the sheets of the book before my eyes. I felt my iris come to light when I saw the book in my hand. There are so many whispers that I hear, and they seem to be scrambling to know me. Some of them whispered while singing familiar melodies to my ears.

Looking back and forth at the numbers and at Vioelt, I realized that it’s a raised to two-score game. Hence, I immediately ran and grabbed the book 498 and opened it. Meanwhile, Violet was already giving out random answers, completely frustrated. She’s angrily tapping the book while giving out answers. “Cresent!” “Tide” “Moon!” “Full moon” “Mates” “Mood Goddess” “What the freaking hell are you?” she shouted as she threw the book at the floor, breathing heavily. When she saw me taking a glimpse of her, she glared at me. “What are you looking at?”

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.

Somehow the dressing made her look youthful. Without a word, Violet walked inside and the three followed. Violet walked over to the table and sat down. She urged Cassy to sit before her. Zee and Inara stood beside Cassy. Violet May pulled up an ancient book the title of which read- SHADOW OF JOY She proceeded to flip through the brownish pages. Zee and Inara caught sight of different game titles. She stopped at the title that read- The Last Dare. Then she looked at Cassy.

Zavian I was very interested in the reason why they needed me to lug this heavy fucking book. I hadn’t touched this book in years. I haven’t needed to. I personally didn’t know any of the Meridian. So, needless to say, when Emerald asked me if I have a book with all their symbols within it piqued my interest. I could see why Emerald would be interested in it, but when she said that Devon and Nate asked her to ask me about the book, I found that weird. The fact that no one outside the magic community had even heard, so when she said that, I was intrigued.

My phone vibrates once next to me; I open my eyes and look outside my window. It’s late evening already; I got home from poetry class and fell asleep on my bed. I was so tired I switched off as soon as my head hit the pillow. I was so tired. I pick my phone up and sit up fast as soon as I realize who sent me the text. Hey, Ryo It’s me Oliver I’m sorry about what happened with Marlene today I’m going to make sure it doesn’t happen again

Her eyes briefly met the young girl next to Jasper, her eyes wide and innocent, then flickering with unease as she watched them. The girl gripped Jasper's arm, her fingers showing no sign of letting go. Gone was the shame of being the other woman she had felt the night before. She clung to him like a delicate flower in need of protection. Elaine saw a ghost of her past self in her. She had been that girl once. As Elaine made to leave, Lucy caught her eye, a taunting smile playing on her lips, and she subtly gestured to her neck. Elaine's gaze followed, taking in the pale, soft skin marred by a patchwork of love bites—the unmistakable signs of passionate affection.

A bond burning bright enough to shatter chains. Kael. The name crashes through me with the force of a tidal wave. Pain lances through my chest as if something inside me is waking up violently after a long, enforced sleep. I gasp. The clearing wavers. The trees bend inward, their branches creaking like bones under strain. The sunlight flickers, dimming for half a heartbeat. The rabbit’s gaze sharpens. ‘Remember,’ Violet whispers. ‘Please. Remember.’ Riven’s hand feels wrong now. Too heavy, too strong. Like a chain tethering me to a place I don’t belong.

(Violet's POV) The gardens had quickly become a place of refuge for me from the glaring cold of the mansion. Since it was made clear I'm not allowed to leave without prior permission, the beauty of the many colorful flowers eased my anxiety. “Slightly,” I smugly think as Leo's face pops into my head. Thanks to him, I now have my mother's journal, which I keep safely tucked under my mattress to avoid the prying eyes of a certain aunt. “Vee!” I hear her call from behind. Aunt Bella is almost incapable of speaking to me without raising her voice. It's as if the sight of me infuriates her for some reason, not that becoming close is a major concern of mine.

I turn quickly, my eyes scanning the darkness, but there’s no one. “Where are you?” I whisper back, my voice shaky. No answer. But there, in the center of the garden, a stone bench catches my eye. And atop it lies a book, faintly glowing under the moonlight. I move toward it, heart pounding in my chest. My fingers brush the cover, feeling the worn leather. As soon as I touch it, a shock of electricity runs through my arm, and images flash in my mind—so fast, I can hardly process them.