Violet Evergarden Book Novels & Stories

Violet几个字没有吐出来，他这一定是做戏的吧，怕自己无意间会在Regina面前叫错，叫她为“Agatha”，所以就在平时也将她当Violet了。

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV I closed the book in a muffled 'bam!' sound, then placed it on the table. Though I almost called it off, I forced myself to go back to the library as soon as Rose, Jasmine and Violet recovered. "It's as if someone kidnapped Violet's true self and replaced it with her current one. She's so different. What should I do?" I asked Gloria. The spine of the book she was reading stood facing me. Her face was concealed from sight.

The gentle morning sun shone on Violet, who was standing in the back garden facing the roses in front of her with scissors in her hands. She stood like a statue. Her gaze was blank, with dark circles around her eyes. Her body was here, but she left her soul and mind in that beautiful lake.

Violet POV. I've been feeling the fuzzy feeling again, it's like when I first came in, but I couldn't shake myself out of it, I was happy being in my little space, all I wanted was Evander, I didn't want him to get away, I want him to stay close to me only! I also got toys, lot's of toys, where's Rila to come and see all my new toys, I want to rub it in her face, she should see my toys, and all the hugs and cuddles I'm getting made me feel so happy now.

Violet’s POV My legs nearly buckled as I limped toward the shimmering portal, every muscle screaming for rest, my fingers clutched the satchel so tight my knuckles hurt. Treasures, ancient books with gold-crusted pages, three cracked maps that smelled like old storms, dried herbs pulsing with strange magic, half the loot I barely understood. While I was shoving the last scroll in, something light as a wisp darted out, zipped through my chest, and vanished inside me. My heart stuttered, but I kept walking. Whatever it was, it felt… old, powerful, maybe dangerous, but I wasn’t about to announce it to the school. Let them figure it out themselves...if they ever do, as long as the thing in me do

That was one of the most insane ideas she had ever heard. When Morgana was in front of her, Violet stared into her eyes, and only then she realized the purple iris was really bright, like it was shining. "Let's see how long you can take it." Morgana said and waved her hand, and Violet felt her body whirr and bump against the table. The vases and books above it fell on the floor. A few candles were blown out when Violet flew above them. "Are you really going to mess all your office just to provoke me?" Violet said with a teasing smile.

He plunged his violet hand into the red light. --- ### The Bridge of Stories In the Recycle Bin, the world suddenly turned **Violet**. The white wall of the Shredder didn't disappear, but it slowed down. It began to stutter, flickering between "Delete" and "Ignore." "Rowan?" I whispered. I could feel him. I could feel his heartbeat in the ground beneath my feet. He was the "Error" that was buying us time. "Now!" the Discarded Draft screamed. "The children! Use their stories! They are the 'Input'!"

Chris asked. " I am not sure, but I think I saw her with a book in the library," Sera said and ran towards the library, others following close behind. Luckily, a book was left on the table with a few pages torn. " Do you have another copy of this book?" Chris asked Axel. Axel found a copy of the book and looked for the page which was torn. " It tells about the places nearest to the moon." " Why would she want to know that?" " Alexa said that she had met the Moon Goddess while in the moonstone," Sera whispered.

The air in the garden was thick with the scent of ozone, warm honey, and crushed mint—the distinct, intoxicating fragrance of over-saturated mana. Queen Aurelia walked beside her daughter, carrying a thick, leather-bound book that she had rescued from the ancient vaults of Goodnovel, the oldest and most closely guarded repository of pre-cataclysmic history in the realm. Aurelia tilted her golden spectacles, a frown of deep thought etched on her brow as she compared the shimmering, mutated silver thorns of a nearby rose bush to the yellowed parchment of the ancient tome.

Clapping twice and placing the yellow flower on the slate, Zen prayed that the dungeons would bless her virtual soul. Finding the most bitter and spiteful sister was easy. Zen had the sunflower ready for the sister, who wrote, “The only reason you were chosen was because your man left you…” on her epitaph. Zen might not know Veiled Violet or her sisters. However, they did not give off the most harmonious vibes. Even when dead, there wasn’t a lot of peace. Only the rose and violet were left in the flower bed. Here, Zen hesitated. “All mushrooms are fungi… All fungi are mushrooms… The rose is true, and the violet is not blue…?”