Violet Evergarden Novels & Stories

It was Violet. Dressed in a flowing gown that mirrored the moonlit sky, her ebony hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate features and illuminating eyes the color of twilight. In her presence, a sense of both vulnerability and fierce determination resonated—an echo of her turbulent past and her unwavering spirit.

It has an evolution, as long as all the elements have a 100% domain Water: 0% Earth: 0% Fire: 0% Air: 0% Lightning: 0% Light: 0% Darkness: 0% ("This body is almost the same as mine ...; this woman is not from this world in fact, something happened to be here, in this world; but what bothers me the most is that this kind of powerful body is about to disappear in misery and oblivion in this world”)

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Hollow. She turned a corner—and froze. A girl, maybe nine, sat on the cobblestones, drawing spirals in chalk. Her eyes were glazed over, white as sea-glass. Her lips moved soundlessly. The symbols she drew matched those found beneath WildWood—twisting, recursive marks of invocation and invitation. “Don’t step in the chalk,” Ashani whispered. Clara crouched near the girl, careful not to touch the lines. “Where’s your family?” The girl didn’t answer. Just traced another spiral. But her voice finally rose in song:

It was a battle of wills, a collision of power that held the fate of the realm in its balance. Elysia's movements were a dance of precision and agility, her form a blur of elemental transitions. She shifted seamlessly between forms, embodying the essence of earth, water, fire, and air. Each shift was accompanied by a surge of energy, a symphony of colors that painted the battlefield in a mesmerizing display of magic. Her eyes blazed with determination, a reflection of her unwavering resolve to protect the realm she hel

Not Aurora, someone far, far worse. Violet emerges from behind the plants and walks up to the counter. She blows out a bubble from her pink bubblegum, letting it pop right in front of Ivan's face. His jaw clenches but only a fool would call out Violet. "What do we have here?" she muses, eyeing the two of us as if she didn't just overhear everything being said. Her aura isn't as potent as Aurora's, her mates' or Logan's for that matter but it doesn't stop either of us from bending our necks towards her under her scrutinizing gaze.

Adele suggested. They took their positions, pounced on the cute little beast at once from 3 different directions, and successfully grabbed hold of it. " Finally," Adele signed in relief. The three lines in the symbol, which were a glowing golden yellow color, slowly changed to silvery-white, and it was so bright; that it lightened the whole forest. The three of them closed their eyes at the sudden burst of light. The creature flew off from their hands, and the next moment, the Moon Goddess was in front of them, levitating in the air.

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

He walked toward our parents when they appeared at the edge of the clearing, Mama two steps ahead of Dad the way she always was, and I watched him talking to her with his hands moving, and I watched her face go from pale to very still. She reached me in four strides. "Tell me." No softness. No room for it. She had been a training master before I was born and when she looked at me like that I understood it in my body rather than my head. "Yelena. Speak. Now." One breath. One word. "Vampires." She believed me without asking anything else. That was the first time I understood what my mother was made of. It would not be the last.