Violet Evergarden English Novels & Stories

Or at least, that’s what she hoped. The night was silent except for the usual, natural sounds. Violet walked slowly through the gardens. Her mother would’ve loved them. Violet smiled, remembering how much her mother loved all things green and growing. Her mother was determined to put a garden somewhere around the house eventually. Violet’s smile dimmed and she looked up into the night sky. Another thing her mother loved, astrology.

Then she gasped softly as the car slowed near a walled garden hidden from view. “What’s this?” Her curiosity ignited, eyes bright. “That’s… only the Alpha can enter,” I explained cautiously. “No one else.” She shook her head, determination setting her features. “I have to go in. I can hear them… the innocent ones whispering for freedom.” I was surprised at Violet. How could she have guessed so accurately without even going in? Was she a witch… or just an incredible guesser? She started unfastening her seat belt. “I need to go in,” she insisted.

"Tell the pack... are you still a virgin?" I looked at my card. The Five of Spades stared back at me. The table went silent. "Who has the Five?" The woman next to me snatched my hand. "It’s Ivy! Ivy has the Five!" I was shoved into the center of their collective focus. "Well, Mercer? Are you pure, or have you been tasted?"

your hands. In two weeks the pictures will all glow bright when the plants are fully grown. You will then warm the heart of the garden and immediately pour the pound water as before. When the glow changes from the hunter green to a lilac color. You will then go to the back door and allow yourself to be cocooned . This cocoon will include the door. You will sleep in this cocoon the whole time as it forms and when it is destroyed. I can not tell you how long that will take dear as I don't know. Have a bucket of that special water from the pond ready when the cocoon is destroyed, someone will have to throw this water on you to keep you from overheating. Jay honey I know it will be you who take

The tape clicked off. The room went silent. Then Gideon said softly, “Damn her.” Violet stared at the black envelope in her hand. Not a place. Not a place. The silver key burned hot in her pocket. And somewhere outside the window, the blue ribbon fell from the glass and vanished into the rain.

I proposed, trying to find a middle ground. Violet's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Deal, Mum! What can we do instead?" I pondered momentarily, contemplating an engaging activity that would channel her energy in a positive direction. "How about we create a treasure hunt in the garden? We can make maps, hide clues, and go on an adventure together," I suggested. Violet's smile widened, excitement radiating from her. "That sounds brilliant, Mum! I'll be the pirate captain, and we'll search for buried treasure!"

Evangeline snarled, her form beginning to blur with supernatural speed, "then no one will. I'll tear his consciousness apart before I let your pathetic garden magic undo my work." She lunged forward with inhuman velocity, her claws extended toward Iris's throat, but the network beneath the greenhouse responded to the threat with protective fury. Stone erupted from the floor in crystalline spears, each one singing with preserved voices as Eleanor's geological garden finally revealed its full defensive capabilities.

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.

Time away from him was all the therapy she needed. Now that she was partly okay, and Mila was away for some work, her next activity was to spend a good time in the beautiful garden. The harmony of the colours and sweet scents of the flowers had been everything peaceful too her. The only peace that had found her in this hell hole. Violet lingered at the gates, eyes quickly scanning the environment for traces of anyone she wouldn't want to bump into. Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely entered the garden, she still had to take precautions in case people like Jenedeith sauntered in.

Violet let out a nervous laugh, then glanced to the side as Varek and Alder approached. “Well, well,” Varek drawled, circling her. His smile was sharp as broken glass. “The Crimson herself, brave enough to walk into the Hollow. How noble.” “Or how foolish,” Alder added, her tone amused, though her eyes gleamed with something darker. Violet—still cloaked as Rhea—lifted her chin. “You’ll see.” Behind them, swords were prepared. Holy water shimmered faintly along the steel, droplets dripping into the soil like blood. Varek and Alder each held one, testing the balance, sharing a grin that carried no warmth.