Bloodstained Apples Novels & Stories

The color of the apple seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place where she’d seen such a uniquely golden apple. “What… kind of apple is this?” He grinned, “It’s a Sol apple. They only grow on temple land. There’s a small gathering of Sol trees behind the old temple site at the castle, but they haven’t bloomed since I went off to war.” Her heart lurched as she gasped. The portrait had been painted of him in that orchard. “My mother insisted on having a painting of each of us among those trees,” he chuckled and took another bite. “I have no idea where the portrait went, of course.”

She reappeared about an hour later and paused outside the orphanage door. “Show me your wares lady,” Hester said kindly. Alexa held up the pear again. “This is the best lady. You will not be disappointed.” Hester reached and took the fruit. She inspected it. Almost immediately she felt the cut in the fruit and frowned. Hester applied pressure and part of the fruit slid away. Hester glimpsed a piece of paper in the hollow where the seed usually was. She looked from the fruit to the girl who waited with head bowed. She slid the fruit together again.

He picked a green apple from the basket and head out. On his way out, he bit from the apple on his hand and noticed the taste was different. He spat it out immediately. "What's wrong Capo?" Luca asked him "It tastes somehow" Jason said and looked round the apple, he found a tiny red color stained the apple. He then cut the apple into two with his teeth, and saw that the red color infected inside the apple.

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.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

"Them long black ones, they're like rocks, they keep for years. I bet he's got a hundred hanging in some cellar "Oats," suggested Ollo Lophand. "Corn. Barley "Corn," said Mormont's raven, with a flap of the wings. "Corn, corn, corn, corn, corn "Enough," said Lord Commander Mormont over the bird's raucous calls. "Be quiet, all of you. This is folly "Apples," said Garth of Greenaway. "Barrels and barrels of crisp autumn apples. There are apple trees out there, I saw 'em

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

"They're not ripe yet. Not for a few more months, anyway." "You made unripen apples?" She questioned, her braids falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head. "That part was unintentional." I chuckled, turning as Liam came jogging over with Dustin. "Damn, Rae!" Dustin grinned, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he came to a stop. His grey tank top was soaked in sweat, which oddly smelled very similar to the ocean. "You made enough apples to feed the pack for a week." "The apples aren't ripe yet." Tyra warned Dustin, just as he went to grab one. Unsurprisingly, he shrugged and grabbed one anyway. After taking a bite, he turned to Tyra. "Did you make something too?"

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa