Violet Evergarden Fanfic Novels & Stories

I find myself gulping at that. ‘Hell yeah I wish she would!’ Odyn is almost cheering in my mind, making me chuckle. I raise my eyebrows at her, “Anytime you feel like doing that, then I will not be arguing. Clothes will be off quicker than you can count to ten, doll.” Odyn pushes his voice through me again. Violet has not broken eye contact with me, and though I feel a little embarrassed by Odyn right now, the look Violet is giving me is distracting me enough to put me past caring.

In this arrangement, none of it will happen. I’m sitting, and nursing a glass of wine, when the door opens and Violet walks in. She’s draped in a red robe, lingerie underneath, and her skin is flawless, her gray eyes holding me in place as if they’ve claimed me. Those eyes, the same ones that almost made it impossible to reject her when I first learned we were mates, flash through my mind. I remember my feelings wavering, even just for a moment, until the disappointment I saw in her face, her unspoken hatred for my family, drowned every trace of desire.

"Don't force me to show you the mirror. Remember who you were— a weak and good-for-nothing Omega. You were about to remarry that good boy Fraser, who was a reckless guy that time. I opposed the marriage and made you what you are today." Violet's past is reflected in her mind. Whatever Clara was saying was true. But for some reason, she did not want to marry Evan. Her heart seemed changed! "I still don't—" Clara let go of her and interrupted her. "This engagement is a deal of submerging two big packs. I don't care if you will marry him or not in the future. But this engagement can't be canceled."

"She killed me once already." Violet's eyes widened slightly. "You're a—" "Reborn. Yes." I leaned forward. "The Moon Goddess gave me a second chance, and this time, I'm not dying in that dungeon." Violet studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

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.

And on and on and fucking on. Violet had been in the Garden for a long time – she wasn’t totally sure how long, since Iris had explained that the women had been drugged, but if pushed, she’d say it was almost five years. Five years of being told exactly what to do, and every minute of her every day scheduled and supervised, and being summoned to Gideon’s room when it was her night to perform The Ritual, and not being asked to have a single thought or opinion about any of it.

I took her hand instead and spun her gently, slow enough to take an even better look. “Green is now my favorite color.” A sound of warm laughter spilled from her lips, warming my chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sora and Lian slip past us into the room. No Trinity. She was probably already with the Bloodroses. “You look handsome,” Violet said softly. “As always.” I smiled and laced my fingers with hers before dropping my eyes to her hand. She wore the ring today. I lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles, then her wrist, lingering there before I finally found her lips and pressed a soft kiss against them.

Violet's POV We made our way to the garden bench, and there I laid down and put my head on Vincenzo's leg as he sat down, while he used his hand to support my head as we discussed, we just talked about anything that came up our minds and honestly, this moment was priceless for me. You know him making time to make sure am happy, spending time with me, I love it, I honestly do, I wish this moment will last forever because I love it, the way he has been kissing my forehead without warning, playing with my hair, and telling me how beautiful I look while I was caressing his cheek and chin, is not something I think I experienced even in a real relationship. Whenever I think about all he does for m

I give a little cheer and Violet claps her hands in triumph. While Ciara goes into the room to get her shoes, Violet turns back to me, a huge smile on her face. “You’re going to get her, one way or another hero man.” I can only smile a shit eating grin back. I know that Ciara is my mate. In my bones, I know it. But if I get her to fall for me before she feels the effects of the matebond? Well, that’s just a bonus. ---

Arianna pouted, eating up Violet’s every word. Violet giggled, the sound bubbly and feminine. “No, I didn’t let him go. I tore him apart, piece by piece. I do hope you can forgive me, though. I truly didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” Arianna spun around, and I abandoned my position by the door to inch my way closer. She beamed up at Violet with an unhinged grin that could mean damn near anything. “Not to worry, all is forgiven. I love stories, you know. Even more when they’re true, and I can tell by your eyes that you really did do those things. That’s actually why I wanted you to come here. I wanted to tell you a story.”