Novel & Cerita Violet Evergarden

The air vibrates with their presence, ancient and inexorable, older than any magic I’ve felt before. It’s a ritual circle. And at its heart— A figure kneels. Bound not by rope or iron, but by bands of shimmering light, runes crawling over her skin, locking her arms and torso in place. My heart lurches when I see her face. Violet. She’s the only friend I have in this place, and now she looks almost unrecognizable—her hair wild and tangled, eyes wide with terror and rage. She struggles uselessly against the glowing symbols that hold her, wrists twisting, jaw clenched in pain and defiance.

I watched Ariel and Aodhan play in the ocean, helping ease my annoyance. "What can I do for you?" I asked. "Just wanted to swing by and see Aodhan," Zeus smiled. I folded my arms across my chest, "He's busy." "I see that. Who's that beautiful young woman he's playing with?" Zeus questioned. This caused me to turn my attention towards him, "Back off, she's mine." "Ohh," he chuckled while caressing my cheek. Being territorial looks good on you, Ivy." I swatted his hand away, "Jealous?"

How could she not have noticed the sword before? Musa furrowed her eyebrows, “Who are you and why do you recognize me as Musa? That name no longer needs to be tied to me!” Violet stared down at her feet, then back at the sword. “My name is Yak Ann Sinora but many know me as Violet.” Musa held the sword closer to Violet's face. “Who are you? I've never heard the name before and I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before.” Violet snapped her finger, changing into her true appearance.

My infatuation was a fever dream, fueled by a few moments of cold care that I’d mistaken for something real. "Fine," Sally said, squeezing my hand. "Let’s get out of this den of vipers." We turned to leave, but Talia’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and hungry. "Ivy! Sally! Leaving before the blessing? Don't tell me you're afraid of the moon tonight." She was standing there in her white lace gown, smiling with the fake grace of a newly crowned Luna. She’d spent months trying to replace me, and she wasn't going to let me leave without one last bite.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

Shawn employed additional security guards to prevent her from escaping, and she was not allowed to leave the compound. Violet's days were spent in isolation, with no friends to play with, except for the household staff who attended to her needs. Guards followed her everywhere, even to the garden, which was her favorite place in the house. The garden was a tranquil oasis, filled with vibrant flowers that Violet lovingly watered every day. The gardener had initially tried to stop Violet from watering the flowers, fearing that Shawn would be angry. However, Violet had refused to listen, and Shawn had eventually instructed the gardener to let her do as she pleased.

Violet let out a nervous laugh, then glanced to the side as Varek and Alder approached. “Well, well,” Varek drawled, circling her. His smile was sharp as broken glass. “The Crimson herself, brave enough to walk into the Hollow. How noble.” “Or how foolish,” Alder added, her tone amused, though her eyes gleamed with something darker. Violet—still cloaked as Rhea—lifted her chin. “You’ll see.” Behind them, swords were prepared. Holy water shimmered faintly along the steel, droplets dripping into the soil like blood. Varek and Alder each held one, testing the balance, sharing a grin that carried no warmth.

The gentle morning sun shone on Violet, who was standing in the back garden facing the roses in front of her with scissors in her hands. She stood like a statue. Her gaze was blank, with dark circles around her eyes. Her body was here, but she left her soul and mind in that beautiful lake.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

If she never saw his face again, she wanted to remember him. Slate shifted into his dragon form, hunching down for her to climb aboard, which she did. Once she was settled, he sprang into the air, leaping up into the sky above the trees, his wings flapping furiously as he fought gravity’s pull. Soon enough, she was soaring through the sky again, the forest beneath them. In the distance, she could see the walls around Beelzanburg, and beyond that, the castle sprang out of the darkness, torches lighting the turrets, marking the guards that would do whatever they could to keep them from breaking into their fortress and stealing the Heart of Magic.