Blood Orange Novels & Stories

He nodded towards them. “Oranges are addictive though. Thousand years ago no one could exist without their morning OJ’s.” Darius frowned slightly. “Did not understand that at all. But if you are asking me, I choose apples.. It’s very simple. Oranges are very bright, flashy and... bright and flashy does not mean anything good. Once one of us tried a huge bright red mushroom and ended up with food poisoning.” “Apples are red.” Nicolai picked up one. “They Are red and flashy....”

the elderly man said as he entered from outside, carrying a tray with several bright orange oranges. I quickly stopped the elderly lady, saying, "No need, Madam. We had dinner not too long ago in town, so we're not hungry. Please take a rest." Steve complimented, "Sir, the oranges here taste really good." "That's right!" the elderly man replied enthusiastically. "We grow oranges in our county, and this season's oranges are the best. Every household here cultivates them."

Elder Gu replied. His disciples nod to their master's words. They couldn’t help but be more curious and intrigued about what was going on towards their master and to Elder Master Xia. Yian Mei went over to their master and took the brown paper that had an orange fruit on it. Cian Xia gladly gave it to her. It was not heavy. The orange fruits in RaoYu town are clementines. It is tiny and not heavy to carry in hand. “Mn,” Cian Xia answer and all his disciple’s eyes light up like they had seen a gold.

“They’re personalities of being dominantly introverts make them hard to find. We could only be able to know one if all of a sudden, he decides to socialize but it won’t be that long.” “Then, that wolf had managed to conceal himself well enough not to be detected,” Clayton concluded. “Aside from rolling on whatever surface we have, what does one used to hide their scent? Is there such thing?” Matt thought for a while. “It’s a citrus type of fruit that can be hard to find,” he finally answered. “I’ve read about it when I was studying at the Lycan capital. It’s a small fruit, like an orange but its color is a variegation of yellow and tangerine. It’s called a Citrange. Once uses its juice mixed

Roselyn: Aahh. Awkward silence. Roselyn: What's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Sorry? Clears the throat. Roselyn: I said, what's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Oh. Its pale orange. Noises made by other students spread. Roselyn: I'm sorry WHAT? Joslyn: Pale orange! Rose/Kate: WHAT ORANGE? Joslyn: PALE ORANGE! Still unable to hear anything. Teacher arrives, and we excuse ourselves. End of story.

His left hand lay by his side limply as blood flowed freely from his shoulder. Orange Monk’s body crouched into an unusual stance. His robe was in tatters, and his skin was exposed to all. His skin was cracked all over, like a parched land without a drop of water, and blood slowly dripped down the cracks. His appearance shook the hearts of all watching, and they were scared for his health. However the man in question, Orange Monk was unbothered. Enduring the pain he licked his lips, his eyes still clouded with bloodlust, and charged at Blue King once again. But this time things were different.

Sylver stated. I widened my eyes at his thought process. It was so different from mine that I wondered if he was truly my brother. How did this man, who was so different from me, end up my triplet? “I think it’s a win-win for us. We get a pet who turned out to be our mate and who also possesses the most alluring blood. The Blood Orange — it’s wanted by all. I read somewhere it gives power,” Cassian chimed in, completely oblivious to how I was feeling.

He nods, his eyes never leaving my face. I am so close to fainting right now. I nervously walk over to the table and place the tray containing the wine and two glasses and the orange. Seriously? An orange. “It’s a good thing your servants now know how much I love oranges. Reign, help me cut the orange, we will talk later” He says with a cold tone and Alpha Damien shoots me a confused glance. This can’t be good. What does he want us to talk about?

Before she finished speaking she stopped moving, and even that nice smile froze on her face. "Don't move," I called out to Leslie, "Let me take care of it." I said, feigning a wry smile at her. Without waiting for Leslie to say anything, I stretched out my hands and put them over the top of the orange, staring at the orange with my eyes fixed firmly on it, and letting out a weird "Zephyrine-oh-oh-oh" sound like a monk chanting the sutra, and after a short while, the top of the orange began to bulge slowly. It worked! I was so happy. Shortly after, the bulging top finally cracked open. I continued to chant randomly, a piece of orange peel began to crack a little bit on its own, just like peel

He says goodbye to his friend and turns his direction towards me, coming to my side seconds later. Once he's in front of me, he hands me one of the glasses and I take it in my hands. It's a liquid like a pink and red color. It has some ice floating over it to keep the liquid inside the glass cool, and I can also notice something that looks like little slices of orange, but I'm not sure it's that fruit.