Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

And Violet watched. She leaned against the workbench, a clipboard dangling from her fingers, her own grease-stained coveralls unzipped to the sternum, showing the tight black tank top beneath. Her hair, a dark auburn mane, was tied up in a messy knot, tendrils escaping to curl against her neck. She took a slow sip from her coffee mug, the liquid bitter and cold. “Hudson,” she called out, her voice not loud but clear, cutting through the garage’s din.

Chapter 16— Dark Zander Seated comfortably in the Hawthorne family estate main garden Delia had shown her, a few days later, in a deep blue colored boyfriend Jean and a tank top that had come with a tag, a very expensive tag among the expensive tagged clothes she had gotten.

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.

My hands trembled at my sides as my mind screamed that this was impossible. Dead people don’t stand in gardens correcting children about chocolate. “You–” My voice failed me. I swallowed hard and tried again. “You’re… you look like someone I knew.” She studied me carefully, the way one looks at a stranger who has crossed a line without meaning to. Theres was no recognition sparked in her eyes not even pain and memories clawing their way back at me. “I’m Violet,” she said gently. “You must be mistaken.” Violet. The name felt wrong in my mouth. Its like like calling the moon by another name and expecting it to answer.

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.

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.

At the end of the hall, she saw her lover, waiting for her with quiet understanding in his eyes. “Timmy…” she whispered, barely holding herself together. “Let’s go.” He took one look at her and moved closer. “What happened, love?” he asked gently. But Violet didn’t answer. Her eyes caught something small and unexpected. Just behind him, sitting calmly on the couch, was a little girl with a head of vivid red curls. She was watching them silently, hugging a stuffed fox to her chest. And she looked exactly like Scarlet, like a miniature version of her, just with different features.

If Violet got hurt, if she… if anything happened to her, he would bring a bloodbath to their doorstep. And so would I, even if he didn’t order it. I was walking through the garden on my way to the main hall when I caught a glimpse of Violet inside the fortress. She was so beautiful, so radiant, a goddess walking among us. A goddess I could only watch from afar and touch only in my memories. A goddess who made me want to fall asleep just to reach her in dreams. “Distracted by the view…?” Diana’s mother, Alivia, said behind me, her voice making me turn in surprise.

“Take something from here, Violet Black. Whatever calls to you. But choose carefully. Everything in this garden has a price… and many treasures do not wish to be held. To you however, consider it a gift.” Then she turned and walked back into the shimmering field and vanished, she just… dissolved into the silver. The moment she disappeared, the entire field exhaled and went still again. Blue whimpered softly and pressed herself against my leg, and I put a shaking hand on her head. “Okay,” I whispered. “Okay. Cool. I just met a terrifying moon witch of the Eldritch Flower Dimension. Totally normal. Totally fine.” The air hummed again and something glowed faintly to my right.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?