Violet Evergarden Crying Novels & Stories

"Get off me, Dante!" "Stop moving!" I sobbed out, my tears falling straight onto her wet cheeks. "Just stop fighting me for one second!" Violet stopped kicking, her breathing coming out in fast, ragged gasps as she stared up into my eyes. The anger in her blue eyes shattered, replacing her rage with heartbreaking sorrow. She broke down crying right beneath me, hot tears streaming down her dirty face into the mud. I broke down crying too, my chest as I lay trapped in her tight hold on the ground.

Then I found myself staring in the mirror. “This face is beautiful,” I murmured and tried to touch it but I couldn’t. I looked around and this place is beautiful. I can’t help but to smile and wonder what place I am right now. “Vishiea!” My attention shifted when I was triggered by that person shouting. My forehead knotted when I saw a lady crying while walking toward me. She’s crying, she hugged me tight and there’s a lot more characters behind her that I don’t know. “You’re awake, thank you.” She cried and a man got closer to us. She tapped the lady’s shoulder. Confused, I just watched her and let her hug me.

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.

he mumbled as he banged his head against the locker and groaned in frustration. *** Violet continued down the hallway toward Sophia's classroom, growing increasingly concerned because she hadn't found her in the cafeteria. She stopped at the doorway of Sophia's class and looked inside. The classroom was empty, and Sophia was seated at her desk, with her painting board in front of her. Violet could see that she was clearly crying, tears streaming down her delicate face. "Soph..." Violet called out to her, rushing over. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did something bad happen?" She bombarded Sophia with questions, anxiously hovering nearby.

Violet I closed the heavy doors behind me, entering the bedroom. Everything went quiet for just a split second before I got interrupted by the sound of my uneven breaths. I had been crying too hard for too long and didn’t know how to stop. I pressed my back against the door in an attempt to steady my breath, but it didn’t help. Nothing did. The tears kept coming anyway. My head hurt, my heart felt like it had been ripped open, and I didn’t know what to do anymore.

Violet smiles at her "How are you, Cristal?" She burst into tears " How am I?, shouldn't I be the one asking you that question?, where have you been?, we all thought you died, I went to your fucking funeral!, your voice has been haunting me in this gallery, that's why I've been so scared to leave". I bring out a handkerchief from my pocket and hand it to her, she takes it and blows her nose in it Violet places her hand on her back "I can only imagine how you felt, you've been nothing but amazing to me Cristal, and I thank you for that, I'm here now, everything will be fine".

He lost his balance and fell back, catching himself with one hand just as her dry-heaving sounded again, sharp and helpless in his ears. Violet had turned away from him, both knees on the floor. One hand barely supported her weight against the tiles, the other clawed at her throat. There was still nothing to throw up, but the violent churning made her feel like she was dying. Tears spilled uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision.

I don't care about anyone but my damn self. A sound of a heel clicked harshly on the ground and I turned around to see who it was. Oh, shit. Violet. She trembles her lips, glaring at me with pooled eyes. A single tear slid down from her warm, chocolate eyes, followed by another one, and another one, a steady stream of salty tears flowed it's way down her cheek, releasing the sadness and sorrow that has been held inside of her for all this time and did not make a sound. Violet zoomed out of the scene and went her way to the doors.

“Moon Goddess, please… please heal him. I swear I won’t ever do something like this again. I promise. Just don’t take him.” Violet. Her voice cracked like a wounded thing, and for a moment I thought I was dreaming. Because the Violet Marlow I knew never cried. She bit back her wounds with attitude, fought her fear with fury. But now she was breaking, crying to the Moon Goddess like losing me would shatter her world. I forced my eyes to lift a little. She sat beside my bed, her hands hovering over my chest… the same chest she stabbed. Her fingers twitching like she was terrified to touch me and desperate to at the same time.

Violet's heart felt like it was bursting as she watched Eden fade into the mist. "Let me go! No!" She twisted and beat at the creature carrying her, digging her boots into its side but that did nothing. The enormous one walked behind her, blocking her view. She flailed around trying to see her king. Was he dead? Wounded? She screamed with frustration. The blood elf raised his immense fist over her head and the next thing she knew was darkness.