Dark Dark Fruit Novels & Stories

“Invoco elemuntum aqua.” “Invoco elemuntum ignis.” Bright blue light fills the empty space in a large tree, and we both step through, emerging into the woods. The sounds of the night are loud around us, and I turn, making sure the door seals back up before daring to move away. I’m not chancing anything getting through. Not now, not ever again. “I’m going to go home, pour myself some wine, and read the rest of my book.” Kristy pulls the hood of her cloak up to keep the bugs away. “What are you going to do?”

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

As soon as Esther discovered that she could do more with her dark magic when she ate the strange fruit from the tree that had grown from Alexander's blood, she smiled. To be sure of what she had just discovered, she picked another fruit and ate it. Powers surged through every vein in her body. She felt her dark power reverberate through her blood and her heartbeat in excitement.

A dark, shiny, lethal looking orchard. Trees with coal-black barks and roots that grew out of the moss covered ground dominated the entrances. These trees had leaves of shamrock green, which were shining like stars under the night sky. From the ground grew enormous purple flowers, and red mushrooms, which glowed like lanterns against the black backdrop. The Female started walking towards the entrance, but there seemed to be none. All around them were the same trees, and it was impossible to discern anything in the absence of a proper light source.

" When I heard the doctor say that, I went completely quiet. For the sake of a new project, I had been overseas for 39 straight days, working day and night, and I finally made it back in one piece. I never expected that at the celebration dinner, one glass of mango juice from Alan Holt would land me right in a hospital bed. Out of habit, I tapped open my pinned chat, typed two words, and then realized something felt off. Looking closely, I confirmed that it was Alan Holt. He had just changed his profile picture. Now, it was a green mango. While I was staring blankly at the chat window, Alan's call came through. He sounded cold. "I'm already home. Where are you?" I said nothing. Any other tim

The air was rich with the scent of ripe berries, citrus, and something unfamiliar—something sweet and almost floral. My eyes wandered across the spread of fruits, recognizing some from the human world while others were completely foreign. One caught my attention—it was deep purple with a soft glow around it. "What’s this?" I asked, picking it up. Leila smiled. "Moonfruit. It’s rare. Only grows here in Shadowhaven." "Can I try it?" Mira grinned. "Of course! Just don’t eat too much, or you might start glowing too." I blinked. "Wait, what?"

"The finest sweet plum wine from the southern rifts, aged specifically for the royal palate." He lifted a heavy, solid silver chalice from his silver tray and placed it gently on the black wood before me. I caught the briefest scent as the liquid settled—jasmine perfume trying to mask a faint, sharp undertone of burning copper and dead leaves. Blood-Strangle. It was a forbidden, lethal toxin from the dark witches of the Eastern Continent. Tanya’s signature was practically written in the venom. "Thank you," I murmured softly, looking up into the servant's eyes.

I turned away so he couldn’t see how hurt I was, and glared out of my window, refusing to cry. Crying is for the weak. I hardly ever let anyone see me cry, but some people we already behind the defences I had built so I couldn’t help it. He pulled up outside Benny’s and I jumped out, wanting to be away from him. I ordered twenty assorted doughnuts, heavy on the chocolate variety because they were my favourites. When I got back in the car, Liam smiled. “Got enough there?” he joked, looking at the two huge boxes I had in my arms.

He uses and disregards you like a leprosy, this won't be any different. Dark collected the spear on the mirror and used his right index finger to clean off the remaining blood there and lick it, tasting it slowly with his tongue then putting his whole finger inside his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly. The metallic taste of blood was intoxicating him and he couldn't wait to have more. In fact he wanted it right now. Growling slowly, he opened his eyes and saw his black eyes shiny a brief red before it faded away. He grinned at himself in the mirror.