Bloodstained Apples Novels & Stories

she asked. “Well…” Remus looked at Cassian who sucked on the treat and he looked back at her. “I don’t want to assume that you…What is the word again?” he thought, looking for the right word. “They are bloodsicles,” Cassian said and Julianne turned her head to him, thinking he said that wrong, but he said again, “They are frozen blood treats.” Julianne blinked and swallowed again. She watched them both suck on it like it was a normal popsicle. It made her wonder what kind of blood was used to make it.

Alexander dropped the bloodied blade onto a table at the entrance of the room and pulled open the door, uncaring about the crimson fingerprints he left behind. Alexander stared in the mirror above the sink, he’d escaped the gory affair without getting blood on his face and he silently praised himself. The blood on his hands and arms swirled in the sink till it disappeared down the drain and only when the water finally ran clear did he shut off the tap.

Her white t-shirt was stained with blood and she was, for all intents, dead. Harper had explained in detail about her own experience. How she had burned up from the angel grace and how she had ended up in the Neverplain with the angel trying to connect with her. I tried to block out most of what she was saying. I still had nightmares about what Nathaniel did and how I saw her die in front of my own eyes. It was still painful to hear that Nathaniel and unknowingly triggered her transition. Or maybe he knew, he sure seemed shocked when Harper appeared in the woods and sliced him in half. Maybe certain branches of the Circle knew more than others. I hated we were so in the dark.

We made our way out of the castle. Once we were outside the gates, we walked through the apple orchard. I plucked an apple off a tree and brought it to my nose. It still surprised me that its fragrance was blood. I knew it would taste like blood as well. I bit into it, enjoying the flavor. Dorian also picked an apple. He took a few bites. "What does yours taste like?" I asked, curious. He lifted an eyebrow. "Like an apple, of course." He winked.

"A war is coming, Annalisa. It's only you that can help win that war if only you open your heart. Embrace the red apple and pluck out the golden one. I promise, more fruits will grow on your tree." The pain intensified as she tightened her grip, causing me to wince. "Pluck out the golden Apple, Annalisa. You have to. If you don't, the devil will win." Releasing her hold, the woman swiftly faded into the crowd, leaving me stunned and deep in thought. Processing the weight of her words proved challenging, particularly in grasping the significance of the red and golden apples, as well as the impending war she had hinted at. Engulfed in my contemplation, I watched as Alexander entered the awaiti

" Push harder." " Your highness, please." Her voice was in between a wail and sobbing profusely. Slowly but surely, red liquid trickles down her porcelain white skin. It was a huge contrast to her skin color, but the gory sight made me bubble up inside. " Have mercy." "I want more blood before I finish this apple." I stated instead, taking a huge chunk out of it. " So, I'd speed up if I were you."

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

The apples, symbols of both sweetness and sorrow, bore silent witness to a mother's sacrifice and a son's unknowing acceptance. As they left the orchard behind, shadows lengthening in the fading light, the echoes of Circe's vow lingered like a haunting melody — the promise to protect her beloved Liam from the very thing that had bound her own heart in a curse woven through the tapestry of time. ** I awoke with a start, the echoes of my dreams lingering in the early morning haze. The vision of my mother, her eyes heavy with both love and burden, haunted my waking moments. The orchard, the apples, and her whispered promise all felt like ethereal fragments of a tale yet to unfold.

I grabbed an apple, shut the door, and reached for a knife on the counter. “Wow, planning to stab me with that?” Maxton asked in his usual teasing tone. I gave him a quick side-eye before focusing back on the knife and apple. “I wish, but I would get arrested,” I muttered, slicing into the apple. “Wouldn’t want to ruin my life over you.” I kept cutting, mostly because for some reason, I liked my apples in tiny pieces. I was so caught up in my annoyance that I didn’t notice when the blade nicked my finger. “Argh!” I hissed in pain, dropping the knife as blood welled up.

"Who are you calling? Why are you so nervous to see me?" Stacy pretended to be calm. "I'm not nervous at all. You suddenly appeared and scared me." Harry laughed. He bent down and stared at the woman who was pretending to be calm. "Really?" Stacy felt chill when he looked at her, and her throat was so tight that she couldn't speak. At this time, Olena came over with apple and helped Stacy out of the predicament. "This is authentic West Gorge apple, sweet and crispy. Have a taste." Olena put the apple on the table.