Bloodstained Apples Novels & Stories

Jonathan smiled at the gesture, and for a brief moment, all was well. They sat in silence, while the tree overhead swayed with the wind. Beside them were several fallen apples, most of them beginning to rot from being overripe. Jonathan had never liked the fruits, having eaten dozens of them in his childhood. The garden held two apple trees on either side, with a red maple in the middle which blocked most of the sky when one stood underneath it. “I wish mother’s will had never been found,” Cassandra said suddenly. Jonathan, who thought the matter was settled, for now, looked up at her.

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.

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.

Dark coffee stains spread across the front where Emma had unleashed her righteous fury, and now fresh, darker stains of Elara's blood marked the cuffs and jacket. I couldn't see Vivian like this. I couldn't appear before her looking like I'd just emerged from a territorial skirmish. The last thing I wanted was to frighten her or add even a flicker more distress to her already burdened heart. I ducked into a deserted healer's annex washroom, normally used by off-duty staff. The water from the tap ran bitingly cold against my skin as I frantically tried to scrub the stains from my jacket and shirt. My hands were clumsy with the unfamiliar task. Alpha Kings, especially those who led organizatio

Bloodstain. My stomach dropped, and I gritted my teeth against the bile rising in my throat. I dared a glance down again. A faint, dark smear stained the hem of my dress, mocking me, taunting me with its presence. Tears almost rolled down my eyes, as I knew there was no way out for me anymore. I’d be caught with this bloodstain and there was no way to wipe it off. Except for one.

My blood dripped from my hand, thick and red, onto the roots of the bloodthirsty tree, and just after a few drops had landed, fruits began to fall. Apples fell from the mighty tree, and we had to step back hastily to avoid being knocked ruthlessly by the fruits. A fierce hot golden line began to cut into the tree, carving out a large rectangle with immense speed. My feet didn't hesitate to step back once more, not knowing what this could mean, or what it could do. To my surprise, the cutout rectangle pushed itself in, leaving a dark space before swinging to the left where it was out of sight. It was a door.