Novel & Cerita Violet Evergarden Ever After

"Sure, I'll tell you when I get there then." After the farewell ritual, Zein returned home and Violet went into her room. She gazed at the Cherry's limp body on the bed. Violet nimbly took the woman's phone and then sent a message to someone. After that she changed Cherry clothes to one of her nightclothes. "Almost perfect," she said with smile, full of meaning. ***

“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.

Vireya's POV By the next morning, I felt stronger. The wounds had vanished, leaving behind only scars, a temporary reminder of pain. But even those, I knew, would soon fade. After dressing, I asked Siora to send a message to Zevarion. I needed to see him. “Tell him to meet me near the garden this evening,” I said, already feeling my pulse quicken at the thought. As the sun began to set, I made my way to the garden. The scent of lavender drifted in the breeze, mixing with the earthy fragrance of dusk.

It was here, in this enchanted haven, that Archer, Mateo, and Violet found themselves—three souls intricately bound by the tapestry of fate. The clearing, a verdant oasis surrounded by towering sentinels of nature, emanated an ethereal energy—a palpable connection to the very pulse of the earth. Soft moss blanketed the ground, its velvety touch a testament to the tender embrace of nature's grace. Delicate wildflowers, their petals aglow with hues as diverse as the colors of emotion, swayed in harmony with the whispering breeze.

Like an obedient child, I went to the bathroom for a quick bath. Shortly after, I was done. The water was cool and soothing. I felt refreshed and hence returned to my room. I was wearing only a white towel around my body, which reached mid-thigh high. Water dripped from my wet hair which fell to my back “Damn, it's losing its color,” I forgot about the virgin flower on my back. After I lost my virginity, Violet made me eat a sacred plant from our world. It would return the color to purple. That way no one would suspect I was touched by another male

he asked, curiosity evident in his tone. "That," Morgana replied with a soft smile, "speaks of the first dawn, when light pierced through the shroud of eternal night, bringing with it the promise of a new beginning." Violet, her heart resonating with the tales, pointed towards a series of intertwining threads, each a shade of green and brown, winding around each other in a loving embrace. "What of these?" she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper.

One of them kisses me on the forehead, I do not know who but I fall asleep with a contented smile, grateful for the love surrounding me. However, a lingering thought crosses my mind – will I ever meet the mysterious woman from the lightning again? EPILOGUE Many years have passed, and the forest garden has flourished under the hands of time. In the soft glow of sunset, an elderly Liliana walks alone among the Lysandra blossoms. The garden is a haven of beauty, with trees standing tall, birds singing their melodies, and the air carrying a sense of tranquillity.

Yet here you are," Violet mused. Lana's miraculous return defied all logical explanations, pushing the boundaries of medical comprehension and leaving a trail of unresolved questions in its wake. Engrossed in their conversation, Violet and Lana found themselves wandering into the exquisite rose garden that Hector had lovingly cultivated for Freya. "Grandma, let's take a moment to rest here," Lana proposed. Violet agreed. Together, they found a serene bench enveloped by vibrant roses, continuing their heartfelt discussion about the tumultuous events that had unfolded over the years. Suddenly, a snowy white head popped up from behind the iron railing of the rose garden. And without warning, th

He immediately ordered his subordinates to bring Violet to the garden, which was just mowed. He already had his people put a sack of earthworms in the garden. Violet's face turned pale at the sight of the earthworms trying hard to burrow themselves into the soil. In an instant, she was reminded of the terrifying experience she had in the crocodile pond previously. The flashbacks of her childhood also crossed her mind. "No, no, she didn't want this!" Violet screamed in despair in her head. However, her expression remained indifferent when she faced the earthworms.

Again, she offers the same eyes with Alba, the beta and good God, even the Alpha—the look of pity that can neither soothe my soul nor bring back what I have lost. If I knew what I knew then, what I do now, I would leave sooner, before her birthday, before- “Okay, and remember, his mate cannot be in the vicinity.” Violet interrupts my spiralling thoughts with more instructions that I already know. I guess we are reviewing everything from the top one last time before my meeting with him. “I know, I know.” I utter as again we take the plans from the top. ** The hospital’s garden is tremendous; the vibrant colours of the flowers that sway gently with the wind offer a lull I do not care to feel.