Bloodstained Apples Novels & Stories

And now that we can track her scent, we can reclaim her. Apple’s scent is stronger within the disheveled back of the van. They had her in this van. Singed ropes litter the floor and next to that is a silver knife. Silver. The bastard tried to poison my mate. “Apple,” the human male groans as he slowly wakes. “Apple?”

“How dare you... eat my Chaos Bead? “Spit it out quickly! Give it back to me!” Alex replied, “How can I spit it out again after swallowing it? Think about it. Can you still spit out a complete apple after eating it?” The princess asked, “What is an apple?” Right. How could apples be qualified to appear in a place full of divine energy and Witch attributes like the Ancient Path? If an apple was really planted in this place, it would definitely become an immortal item like the Vermillion Fruit or Ginseng Fruit after a period of cultivation.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

I walked on, taking a seat next to her body and staring at it for a while. “Everyone's just tryna make sure I go crazy!” I muttered out, heaving out loudly as I rested into the head rest of the chair. I sat back up abruptly, picking up a piece of apple and staring at it for a while. I looked down at my bloodied hands and then the bloodied table knife before shrugging my shoulders. “Too much blood,” I muttered out. “Too much fucking blood!” I added, cutting into the apple with all of the strength I had left. I flung it off to the ground yelling out in frustration.

“That's true. Now let's get you rinsed.” I'm offering to wash his knuckles off the proof of fight, there is a big old baby behind his tough form and he revealed it today. I turned on the tap, he let me pull his hands to the running water. The water mixed with the blood on his hands was a stain on the white porcelain sink. The more water touched his knuckles, the clearer the water became. The blood stains was gone, I looked at his knuckles where the blood had gathered the most, “No cut?” I asked, avoiding glancing at him.

In my palm, they found a small piece of a candy wrapper soaked in blood. On the back of the wrapper, a few crooked words had been scratched out in blood. I had carved them with my fingernail, bit by bit. The officer held up the evidence bag and read the words aloud for everyone to hear. "Mom, I wish you had never had me." The moment those words came out, the air seemed to freeze. Mom looked like someone had ripped out her spine. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted completely. Liam stared at my body covered by the white sheet. He clawed at the floor like a madman, making horrible scraping sounds.

They were three apples in three different colors– The first one was a deep black color; Mandy has never seen such heavenly dark apples in her entire life and she never thought that she would ever see one either. She tried reaching out her hand to touch them but she felt a sudden wave of strange cold engulfing her, so she retracted her outstretched hand. In the middle of the box, was a pure white apple. It was so pure that it looked like it was delivered from the heavens– it was totally devoid of every impurity of the world. However, it there was a slight scar on the side of the white apple, which caught her eyes– the scar was visible enough for her to see.

None of the comforting and familiar faces from Swiftcrest, just angry wolves, desperate for power and out for blood. Cassie leapt over the mass of gnashing teeth and claws to join her sister, her paws landing on the hard earth, keeping an eye out for Nora, sniffing hopefully at the air around her for her sister’s scent. It wasn’t there, but there was something faint…apples. She didn’t really have time to place this odd scent lingering in the air - why apples? Maybe from one of the desserts that were now strewn all over the ground, but this was different. She shook her head to clear her befuddled mind, and re-focused. She had to help Evie and she had to find Nora. She leapt in the air, jumpin

Daughter. He laughed again, the sound sharp and pleased, and with an almost casual motion, he reached beneath his fur cloak and produced a red apple. It was impossibly vivid in the night, its skin glossy and unblemished, like it had never known rot or time. He turned it slowly in his palm, studying it as one might study a weapon. My legs felt weak, but I refused to sink to my knees.

I stood up slowly, my legs feeling like jelly, and approached the basket. The smell hit me first. It was metallic, sharp, and unmistakable. Blood. Fresh blood. And there it was: a white shirt, or what used to be white, now drenched in red, soaked through with dark, glistening stains. Patches of the original fabric peeked through like mocking reminders, but the rest… It was a horror. My stomach lurched. No. Not again.