Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Apples

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.

I said, stroking her chin. She drank two full cups before she sighed softly. “Thank you.” I looked around, knowing thirst wasn’t the only issue. Diane would get hungry too; the shocks drained energy. Then I saw an overgrown apple tree behind the house. Fiji didn’t naturally grow apples, but Darlington imported hybrids for his estate. The branches hung low with bright red fruit. I plucked one, washed it, and fed it to her. Diane took a bite, juice dribbling down her chin.

I heard the quiet clack of the dishwasher door closing, followed by the sound of water running in the sink. A couple of minutes later, he returned carrying a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a small ceramic plate featuring neatly sliced, crisp red apples. He set the glass on the coaster beside me and sat back down, stretching his long arm across the back of the couch behind my head. I looked at the plate of apples on the table, then sank deeper into the cushions with a heavy, dramatic sigh. "What's that sigh for?" Stefan asked, a faint, amused tilt touching the corner of his lips.

The gravity of the situation settled heavily upon me, and I searched for any glimmer of hope within the darkness that surrounded me. Just then, Krystallo entered the hall, his body stained with blood and his face concealed behind a mask. The sight of him sent a chill through my veins, as I realized the depths of his depravity. It seemed he had just finished carrying out a gruesome act, and his presence only heightened my sense of dread.

"Not too bad. Would you like to try a piece?" Vincent's sixth sense seems so strong that he can see through my clumsy plan with just a glance. "I don't like apples; eat more if you like. I'll take a shower first." Vincent took off his shirt and went to the bathroom. I watched him thoughtfully and put the apple on the plate. Then spit out the pice of apple in my mouth; I didn't chew or swallow them because I knew a poisonous substance was inside. I had been preparing it silently for a long time but never expected to use it in such a situation.

He said, shrugging as he grabbed an apple from a basket. I gasped. "That was....ewww." I stared at him in disgust. "That's just your opinion, I think it was fucking sexy and Alex did change the kitchen counter after that, don't worry about its hygiene." He tapped the table. "So you all screw everyone and everything?" I asked.

I picked up the washed apple on the plate and started eating it. "So juicy." I flashed a smile at him. He picked one of the apples and began eating it. "It's good." His smile was so charming, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I watched as he took every bite of that apple, I lost concentration on mine and kept staring at him. He later noticed my gaze on him and our eyes met. "Your apple is getting brown." He pointed at the fruit. "Huh?" I gasped and stared at the apple, it had truly gone brown but that wasn't a problem. I had once eaten fruits more brown than this, in fact they were rotten.

The throbbing in her scalp became significantly worse as her broken fingernails scraped against the tender spot. Alexa brought her arm down once more and inspected the warm substance now staining her pale fingers, sinking its way beneath the bed of her battered dirty nails. She grew concerned at the sight of the dark red liquid that was her blood. Fear crept into her heart, just what had hit her hard enough to draw blood by the mere impact of the tree behind her? The redhead began to scan her surroundings, afraid that whatever had caused her to blackout was still lurking in the forest nearby.

On walking in through the giant doors, I saw lycans gathered around the hall, some looking down at us from the rows of balconies that climbed up unendingly. "...look, over there!" "...quick, Ray, get the rotten apples." "They're here..." "...have to get this on camera." There were a group of nobles gathered at a corner of the wide hall, watching everything through narrow eyes. I lurched back, ducking when an apple came hurtling towards my face. I couldn't shield my face from the open carton of spoilt milk though. The liquid splashed over the side of my face, staining a part of my dress with white streaks.

"Yes I do!! Just call an ambulance!! Fucking stop this madness please!!" "Finally you're ready to repent" Returning the gag to his mouth, I began amputating his fingers one by one until there was nothing left then I used my dagger to gut him like a fish and made sure his intestines landed in his arms like a fucking trophy. There was no way he could survive the assault. Liana was long gone. Her lips were already blue and her eyes unblinking; the perfect picture of what death looks like. I was drenched in blood; the blood of my enemies and I wore it proudly like a warrior.