Violet Evergarden Novel Series Novels & Stories

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.

Who knows what they would try and do to us then? “What if they come back?” Violet asked. “Then they come back. They can’t touch us for whatever reason so there is not much that they can do.” I say. I can tell that she is not totally convinced. Honestly, I have not totally convinced myself either. Neither Payton nor I have figured out why they aren’t able to touch us. I just know every time they try to touch one of hte three of us that they get burnt or shocked. I remember Emerald saying that the same thing happened when Ryder kidnapped her and the others and tried to force himself on her. None of these fuckers has been able to get close enough to try and force themselves on us. I wr

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.”

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

Valerie stated as she handed her the freshly baked cookies she had made and smiled at her before sitting down on the couch. ‘Mrs. Nettle, I got some ice cream.' ‘Good evening, Mrs. Nettle, I also bought some egg tart.' ‘Mrs. Nettle, I ordered some pizza.' Mrs. Nettle giggles as she recalls how every time Valerie eats dinner with them, she always buys something as an exchange, which she thinks is kind of cute. Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun.'

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.”

And something inside her snapped. Not broken — released. Light — silver and raw — burst from her palm where she touched the Hollowed. It shrieked, stumbling back as pale fire crawled up its arm. Not real flame. More like moonlight solidified into heat. The Hollowed recoiled as if burned. Matthew stared, stunned. Lysander froze mid-step. Charlie collapsed to one knee, panting. Her hand still glowed faintly. Lysander's voice came out rough. "Charlie... what are you?"

Violet's pov The rage I felt in the past few days was channeled to my new hobby--- tending the garden. The garden became my healing spot and Mama's cottage, my safe space. The flowers in the garden looked so appealing that I'm sometimes afraid to touch them because I'm afraid to scar or bruise them. They are so delicate they remind me of myself.

Ivy stood on the edge, isolated from the other females who were already forming cliques. Then, a sudden spray of cold water hit her. It soaked her dress, the fabric clinging to her skin. She spun around, eyes blazing. Cole stood there, a wooden ladle in his hand, looking bored. “Cole Ryder, what is wrong with you?” she snapped. He didn't answer. He just scooped another ladle and threw it directly into her face. Her hair matted to her neck, dripping. “Just playing the game, Mercer,” he said. Ivy exploded. She grabbed a bucket and charged. The two of them began a frantic, splashing chase, disappearing into the thick ferns of the rainforest.

Giving it a squeeze to tell me to show him. "We'll go on then." The Alpha's tone was cold and harsh. I closed my eyes and let Issie do the work. Tingles surrounded my face like always. Then they went away and I opened my eyes. Both the Alpha and Luna were staring at me like I had 6 heads. "My oh my!" The Luna stood up and practically ran over to the Alpha's bookshelf. "I have read about this before but I never believed it! My! The Violet Moon is true!" The what now? I was beyond confused and so was Grayson.