Novel & Cerita Violet Evergarden

That night, the first sparring match was held. Violet first paired up with Alice while Ethan paired up with Stephan. Violet was not an overbearing opponent and Alice felt like it was a perfect practice match for a warm up. Moreover, Violet's fire ability was naturally against her water ability. It was good for her to practice increasing the strength of her power and withstand other's attacks.

Once I finished my business and headed back to the small room, I slipped my old clothes from my body, wondering if I would ever see them again. The outfit they provided was identical to Camille and Helena's. The t-shirt was a fabric I had never felt before, both soft and strong. The white fabric clung to me, the perfect size in comparison to all my thrift-store clothes. The pants were the same material, lavender in color and impossibly soft. I placed the slippers on my feet, running my toes over the plush fur. I noticed the symbol for Iridian on the back of the hair brush, a slim crescent moon with two stars, deep purple in color. Once my fire kissed hair was smooth down my back, I stepped o

No two people were more suited for one another, this Violet was sure of, which was why she was a bit annoyed at him for dragging his feet with Suzie. "I'll catch up to you later Vi," as soon as Brandon turned his back she grabbed Violet, "You got this girl!" "You too!" Violet's eyes darting to Darren as she whispered back. For reasons that escaped him, Ezra decided to follow her as she followed the guy that seemed to change things in the atomosphere. Like he injected a dark aura into the air aound them with a foul taste to it. Casor was close on his tail, fury painting his face.

Violet Before I knew it, the day of the Luna ceremony had arrived, and the entire Midnight Park hotel was alive with energy. Guests from across the nation, and even a few international figures, poured into the grand venue. It was an opulent spectacle—lavish floral arrangements in deep Midnight blues, Darkmoon’s vibrant violet, and silvers adorned every corner, the air rich with the hum of chatter and the clink of champagne glasses.

Her skin was red and irritated from the ghastly stuff and she never wanted to see it again. Violet turned back to her work table and began to unroll the cloth. Once she had what she deemed enough, she picked up her scissors and began to cut out the basic outline of her shift that she would wear under her dress. While Mira watched Violet deftly cut the fabric and drape it over her arm, her mother was caressing it. "Why, it's absolutely lovely! I've never seen anything like it Violet. Where on earth did you get it." Lady Amethyst exclaimed.

I proposed, trying to find a middle ground. Violet's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Deal, Mum! What can we do instead?" I pondered momentarily, contemplating an engaging activity that would channel her energy in a positive direction. "How about we create a treasure hunt in the garden? We can make maps, hide clues, and go on an adventure together," I suggested. Violet's smile widened, excitement radiating from her. "That sounds brilliant, Mum! I'll be the pirate captain, and we'll search for buried treasure!"

Looking in the mirror I smirk seeing the mismatched earrings that Nova and I decided really worked well for me I think my look almost feels like a young Robert Plant was hanging out with Jack Sparrow and got some fashion tips from him, but the queer-ish pirate meets 70’s rock star vibe totally suits me. I grab my guitar and leather jacket and head out to pick Nova up. I am not surprised at how stunning Nova looks, they are always taking my breath away with their beauty and always coming up with incredible looks to wear. I am one fucking lucky guy to find someone as amazing as them. Their Abulita catches us as we are walking out the door and looks me up and down. “You better watch out, you ar

Not anymore. She was ready to go, to just get up and walk out of the Garden – but she had to wait. Gideon had sent for Violet about two hours earlier and she hadn’t come back to the ward yet, and Iris knew better than to risk leaving before the other woman’s return. There would be a Guardian roaming the compound somewhere to keep himself awake, waiting for the signal from Gideon that he was done performing the Ritual with his number ten woman-servant. That Guardian would escort Violet back to the ward, watch her drink the mandatory pre-bedtime warm milk, then leave the women until their wake-up call at five a.m.

I pulled the small bundle up to my chest, wrapping him in the tattered remains of my skirt to shield him from the wind. "Please. Please, don't be silent. Cry. Scream. Anything." I whispered, rubbing his tiny, purple back. I brushed the blood and vernix from his face. He was tiny, but perfect. Ten fingers. Ten toes. A tuft of jet-black hair. And then, his eyes opened. I gasped. They weren't blue like Lucas’s. They weren't brown like mine. They were Violet. A glowing, electric purple that seemed to glow with power, illuminating the dark hollow of the tree.

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.