Dark Dark Fruit Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“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.

Something dark and brown and. Leathery.

Darkness closed in. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The doctor came in to check on me three different times, and Alan still didn't show up. Right before I went to sleep, I glanced at my phone one last time and saw Larissa Fennimore's new post on her social feed. [Every time I get hurt, my knight in shining armor shows up. I'm so lucky!] The picture under it was a shot of Alan putting a bandage on her. Larissa's profile picture was a yellow mango. It was pretty, but it made me sick.

Her claws navigate the late-night cycles at the Citadel bar every single Saturday, and her memory maintains an absolute lock on my palate metrics. “Blackwood Territory Reserve, private batch. One of the absolute finest forest pressings my palate has intercepted across multiple moon phases. My hand isolated the barrel weeks ago and secured this specific skin strictly for your alpha line.” “The scent profile projects heavy leather and wet earth.” It constitutes a highly unique bouquet for the senses. My tracking sensors also isolate wild berries and a thick, mossy undertone. The initial swallow coats my tongue with flawless precision, while the heavy flavor metrics of wild dark cherries, stewe

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.

His innocence that slowly fading, the words echoes and whispering. “I’m almost there.” Without remorse of a slice of guilt that can be shown unto his face, from all the sacrifice and blood that he spilled. Making him in the running of an epitome of a dark little prince. He sinisterly laughs as he said “This should do it, right?” From the complete ingredients that he manages to find, collect, and now place right to where they all should belong, he places everything perfectly. Humming the darkest tone that he comes up right in that instant with the excitement of knowing that he is about to have the fruit of his labor. The only thing that he ever desire.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.