Romans & histoires Violet Evergarden Light Novel English

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

Erito’s confusion as well as perplexity became deeper and deeper. Meanwhile, Eriwan also found himself in the middle of the violets garden. The endless violets were mostly in blue, indigo and purple colors. He couldn’t see anybody as far as his eyes could gaze. He could merely smell the fragrant and soothing scents of the violets. He mumbled again in the quagmire of his mind and consideration.

to the Great Mother’s influence. Maya let out a sharp, gasping breath. The violet light in the garden didn't fade; it recoiled. It pulled back from the neighbors, back from the dog, and back from the rosemary, retreating into the children’s collective core like a tide rushing out to sea.

Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise within her. She left them to do her bidding as she got out her crystal and tried to gaze into the ball. She only saw darkness and she almost yelled in frustration. She opened a tray that carried different poultices and began adding them to the mixture in Elise's hands. She collected the bowl and began chanting. The vulture began to shake and say Luna stone, Luna stone in a hoarse voice. Bianca backed away while Elise looked at the animal with interest. Violet suddenly had to stop mixing when her phone rang. “ It is your mate Elise and he is asking for you.”

he asked, curiosity evident in his tone. "That," Morgana replied with a soft smile, "speaks of the first dawn, when light pierced through the shroud of eternal night, bringing with it the promise of a new beginning." Violet, her heart resonating with the tales, pointed towards a series of intertwining threads, each a shade of green and brown, winding around each other in a loving embrace. "What of these?" she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pain exploded in my skull as I crashed into the swirling abyss. I screamed. The woman reached for me, her violet eyes burning with urgency. "Valkyrie, listen to me!" Her voice barely broke through the chaos. "You must take the crystal! It is the only way to survive!" The shadows surged, coiling around me like hungry serpents. My breath hitched, my limbs frozen as an unseen presence loomed closer. 'You will not escape.' Terror gripped me. Then— A blinding violet light erupted around me, severing the shadows in an instant. The abyss cracked apart, shattering like glass—

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.

Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise within her. She left them to do her bidding as she got out her crystal and tried to gaze into the ball. She only saw darkness and she almost yelled in frustration. She opened a tray that carried different poultices and began adding them to the mixture in Elise's hands. She collected the bowl and began chanting. The vulture began to shake and say Luna stone, Luna stone in a hoarse voice. Bianca backed away while Elise looked at the animal with interest. Violet suddenly had to stop mixing when her phone rang. “ It is your mate Elise and he is asking for you.”

A Moment of Lost Innocence In Violet's memory, the sun-drenched garden blossomed, a vivid tapestry of colour and fragrance that stood in sharp contrast to the gloomy, oppressive reality that now surrounded her. It was a haven of warmth and laughter, where the sweet scent of roses ascended the worn stone walls and the soft buzz of bees filled the air. With her hair in a cascade of dark curls, young Violet joyfully chased butterflies while her laughter reverberated throughout the peaceful room.

I was sitting on the windowsill yet again, looking out at the garden, which was lit up by the moonlight. It was difficult for me to say how long I had been in here, but I would guess around three days. It all just meddled together. But it was three days during which the only human I had any contact with was Lily. She’s not a human.