Bloodstained Apples Novels & Stories

Dark crimson stained my palm, spreading across my fingers in a sticky, horrifying mess. I looked down, my heart pounding in disbelief. A small, dark stain was rapidly growing on my shirt, its edges soaking into the fabric. The metallic tang of blood hit my nose, but there was something else-something acrid and sinister. Panic clawed at my chest as I inhaled the faint, unmistakable scent of wolfsbane.

I shook my head and opened my palm. Then apples appeared in my palm, they floated on it, and I showed it to Devon. “All of these apples came from the same tree, the same level of sweetness, nutrition, and anything.” Little clouds show up above the apples. Soon it started raining. Then some apples turned black. “Some apples turned black and became a poison.” I looked up at him. “Among those apples, what will you choose?” “Are you saying I am a poison of this pack?”

I hissed. She was leaning casually against a thick tree trunk, looking like she didn’t have a care in the world. She held a bright red apple in her hand, turning it over slowly. She looked up at me and gave a small, cruel smile before taking a huge, crunching bite of the fruit. My stomach turned. As she pulled the apple away, it wasn’t white fruit or juice that leaked out. It was a thick, dark blood, mixed with a swirling black shadow that dripped onto the grass.

A little girl could be seen picking small apples that had fallen down the tree that stood tall in the center of a huge Mansion. "Beatrice darling, how many times does mummy have to tell you that picking the fallen apples is bad..do you want to be struck by lightning?" An older woman asked as she walked out of the house to see the little girl down on her knees as she picked them carefully. "But mummy, the apples are fresh." "Sweetie, this is food for the dead not for the living." Her mother said, and the little girl's eyes widened. "But why do we have them here mummy, if they are for the dead..they should be kept in the cemetery." The little girl said as she discarded the fruits and stood up

I shouted without asking him when he got there and how he knew that I will be there “There are a lot of apples around and I can simply get you more “ Knight replied calmly while trying to pick another apple “No! Give me back my apples!” I shouted, dragging it from his hands before bending down to hide the whole fruit basket behind me . “Uhmm” Knight huffed looking at me strangely “What ? I’m craving apples and I want those apples to be specific !” I said nonchalantly before picking one and biting a large church before I started chewing the juicy fruit.

I had been cramped up in bed all day It was evening and a little bit of relief came. I was craving apples and I remembered that my father had just shipped in apples from the human kingdom and we had a lot. I contemplated between apple juice and just eating the apple like that. I finally settled on making apple juice I went to the kitchen and I started instructing the servants to make the juice for me. I had to stand there to supervise the whole thing. There was a certain way I like my apple juice and I wanted you to be that way

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

“Oh, you know. Same old politics. Packs showing off their teeth, pretending to be friends while preparing to stab knives behind each other’s backs. Then the apostles and our lovely Athena.” He said it like a joke, but his tone was harder than usual. Then, as if he realized he’d said too much, he quickly added, “But let’s not get lost in Desori Blood politics. Let’s get lost in you instead.” He elbowed me lightly. I tried not to smile, but I did anyway. When we reached the clearing, Alex bent down, grabbed a chunk of apple from the ground, and tossed it at me. I caught it badly, and juice smeared across my sleeve.

Something is wrong. She dashed towards the door and yanked it open. She stepped out and paused. Outside was a mess. Everyone were crying and running at all directions. Blood was splattering everywhere, and fresh bones scattered on the ground. The ground itself was red, full of blood like a river. Everyone were crying yet the cries were inaudible. Tears smeared on their faces but Mira can't hear any single sound. It's like the world felt silent, muting the sound of horror.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.