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“She won’t be known?” “She will be loved,” I said. That was all we could offer. Esri vanished into the forest, cloak wrapped tight, footsteps already fading. And I turned back toward the palace smoke, carrying nothing but ash in my lungs and blood under my nails—while somewhere far from fire, the last Luna’s daughter was already becoming something no kingdom was prepared for. (Violet’s POV) From a distance, the parchment seemed innocuous—just a scrap of faded vellum, its edges curled inward from time and wear, the ink reduced to a deep rust. But the instant Brenna’s hands unfolded it, something beneath my skin responded.

He plunged his violet hand into the red light. --- ### The Bridge of Stories In the Recycle Bin, the world suddenly turned **Violet**. The white wall of the Shredder didn't disappear, but it slowed down. It began to stutter, flickering between "Delete" and "Ignore." "Rowan?" I whispered. I could feel him. I could feel his heartbeat in the ground beneath my feet. He was the "Error" that was buying us time. "Now!" the Discarded Draft screamed. "The children! Use their stories! They are the 'Input'!"

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV I closed the book in a muffled 'bam!' sound, then placed it on the table. Though I almost called it off, I forced myself to go back to the library as soon as Rose, Jasmine and Violet recovered. "It's as if someone kidnapped Violet's true self and replaced it with her current one. She's so different. What should I do?" I asked Gloria. The spine of the book she was reading stood facing me. Her face was concealed from sight.

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

A glance at Violet’s gown revealed the same phenomenon—soft light rippling through the delicate fabric like moonlight on water. The silver bands on her forehead that marked us as mates, burned brighter, their glow undeniable. I clenched my hand into a fist, unsure if I should be worried even as I was glad to see it. I stepped closer and leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Is this normal?” I murmured, stepping closer to Violet. She glanced at me, her expression composed but her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Depends on what you mean by normal,” she said lightly.

Needs to feel real. Dear Violet, I start. Then stop. What do I say to that woman? The one whose world just ended? The one who thought her life was over? I start again. Dear Violet, It's me. You. Three years in the future. And I know right now you're standing in that living room thinking your life is over. Thinking you'll never breathe normally again. Thinking the pain will never end. I'm writing to tell you that you're wrong. And right. And everything in between.

MERRIN’S POV The room was quiet. Too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The suffocating kind. The only sound was the slow crackle of the fireplace and the faint whisper of paper trembling in my hands. I stared at the wedding photograph. Violet stood beside me in white. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders like fire against snow. Her eyes were luminous. Alive. Hopeful. She wasn’t smiling at the crown. She wasn’t smiling at the throne.

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.

(Violet's POV) The gardens had quickly become a place of refuge for me from the glaring cold of the mansion. Since it was made clear I'm not allowed to leave without prior permission, the beauty of the many colorful flowers eased my anxiety. “Slightly,” I smugly think as Leo's face pops into my head. Thanks to him, I now have my mother's journal, which I keep safely tucked under my mattress to avoid the prying eyes of a certain aunt. “Vee!” I hear her call from behind. Aunt Bella is almost incapable of speaking to me without raising her voice. It's as if the sight of me infuriates her for some reason, not that becoming close is a major concern of mine.

Violet paused when she noticed the name of the book, a slow smirk tugging at her lips. "You’re reading it like you actually understand it," she remarked lightly, amusement dancing in her voice as she crossed the hall and settled onto the couch across from him. Chris raised his gaze from the book and met her eyes. Instead of replying, he simply smiled. "That one’s for beginners," Violet continued, nudging her chin toward the book. A flicker of nostalgia softened her expression as she leaned back on the couch. "It was my first book. Took me almost a year to master it." Her smile deepened as old memories surfaced. She was very young when she embraced her special power, but not by choice. Being