Violet Evergarden English Novels & Stories

KIVA. Catherine raised her hand, and the entire world seemed to answer her the instant her fingers lifted, thousands of black tendrils erupting out of the cracked ground all at once and tearing straight toward me like they had a hunger of their own. I didn't move, even though every instinct screamed at me to. I lifted my hand instead, calm on the outside even as my heart slammed against my ribs, and white light exploded from my palm in a wave that met every single one of them halfway. The tendrils disintegrated before a single one could so much as brush against my skin, dissolving into nothing the way smoke dissolves into open air.

### "I will never stop until I avenge Pim.." The name Ravyn mentioned caused Eugene's eyebrows to twitch. "..And I will have to get back the last gift I received from her, even if it means I have to step into her holy garden or whatever... One more thing is that Angus still owes my friend's apology from his mouth." Ravyn took a flyer she received from Eugene when she was a new Assistant out of her shirt and placed it on a rectangular frame on the hologram from her ring. Kanji, who could guess what he was going to hear next, covered his mouth as he sobbed, trying to hold back from crying.

I thought to myself. For the rest of the day I had to endure my brother's and father's tantrum and after what we call an unhealthy amount of waiting we finally met Amelia, Nebula tribe's alpha mother. She was wearing a plain bright red skirt which was below her knees, same red blazer and a white top underneath with matching red high heels. As we approached her my father smiled his one of the finest fakes smiles that he usually put on his face on the occasion like this, my brother was trying to be a gentleman which he was.

override core. "You thought you could erase me?" Elena’s voice wasn't coming from her throat; it was broadcasting directly into the spire’s neural architecture, rattling the glass panels and making the very air vibrate. "I didn't just write the code for the Garden, little ghost. I am the language it was written in. I am the root, and you are nothing but a parasitic bloom."

Celeste A ripple passed through the onlookers, faint but undeniable. Some tilted their heads with newfound curiosity, others exchanged quiet glances that carried more questions than answers. The whispers hadn’t stopped, but their tone had shifted—less dismissive, more intrigued. Violet’s smile stretched tighter, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. She lifted her glass delicately, swirling the champagne as though nothing had touched her composure. “How… admirable,” she drawled, her gaze flicking over me like I was a piece of furniture she was trying to price. “I suppose every successful man needs a capable assistant.”

It was as if a child had painted this world straight from their imagination. Wheras they were gasping in awe, Violet looked disturbed. She winced in distase as if she was seeing something different from them. Sean couldn't understand why she had reacted this way when this world looked so incredibly stunning. They enetered th space and the waterfall behind them disappeared at once “Wow,” a soldier exclaimed, reaching out to pluck a flower. But Violet stopped him instantly. “Don’t. They’re carnivorous.” The soldier and the others froze, perplexed. He didn’t attempt it again.

she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper. Morgana's eyes followed Violet's fingers, and for a brief moment, a hint of melancholy clouded her gaze. "Ah, the forests," she sighed. "These threads tell of the ancient woods, where spirits whispered secrets to those willing to listen. Their dance here symbolizes the eternal bond between earth and life."

Reika had shard her opinion of how this conversation should go. Violet gave me a reassuring smile and passed Ava over to me. Then she straightened up and looked at the two men in front of us. “You don’t know me personally, but my name is Violet Starling. I’m Enzo’s mate. I know that he’d previously mentioned that it was my mother and sister at the guild. They had originally tried to take me, but my mate saved me from them. In my place, they had taken my little sister. I’m sure you noticed there were werewolves working with the hunters…”

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.

᯽⊱❈═ 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."