Dark Dark Fruit Novels & Stories

he gave me a purple coloured fruit. " Thank you" I said as I ate the fruit, it was cold in my mouth " hmmmm it's delicious" "What's this one called?" I asked " It's called Cula friut" he replied. " I love it, I love them all apart from the red fruit I ate earlier" I said I could still feel the bitter taste on my tongue. Prince Liam laughed holding his stomach. It was the first time he was laughing and he looked more like Master Derek. " The Rodar friut , it's a medicinal friut. We usually give it to people who are in pains or in coma" he said and then something clicked on my mind.

The fruit had dark red layers with a dark spike The insides were surprisingly deep red, and it had the most insane flavor I’d ever put in my mouth—a splash of freshness, a mixture of grapes and something oddly sweet that quenched her thirst. But from the line of her eyes, she could see Draven was watching me while I ate, but he said nothing; his eyes held soothing back, and I stopped myself after I threw the outer shell of the fruit. ”Look, last night, I—“ ”It was nothing, just instincts, and you will forget about it. You needed something to keep you warm, and I gave it to you. End of story,” he says heartlessly. Myra feels her insides churn from embarrassment; it was her fault. She’d let hi

With immortal light radiating from them in a resplendent burst of vivid colour, Severin took two of them and brought them out from the inner world. The growth of a celestial fruit casted a kaleidoscope of light that illuminated the entire cave paradise. Scarlet hues scattered across the sky and caused the natural light to quiver. Meanwhile, light from the heavens seemed to intertwine with the colors below. Accompanied by that was a gentle breeze carrying purple mist. The sight was enough to startle anyone who was with him in the cave world. Severin held the celestial peaches and discovered that they were scalding to the touch. His palms were nearly blistered as a result, and he was a little

“What do you need?” She narrowed her eyes, as if she weighed how far she could push. “Berries, the dark kind. From the west woods, near the creek. You’ll know them when you see them—shiny skin, almost black but not quite. And don’t come back empty-handed, unless you want me telling Rowen you can’t follow a simple order…after all, it was enough pity to let you live in here as a maid.” Her words were plain, each one was meant to sting, but I bit my lip so hard I thought I'd bleed, and nodded again. “Yes, Denise.”

Dark wooden walls, panelling and tapestries make this place echo claustrophobically on an evening. “Yes, the other fruits are still fine.” “One of the three…what do you think it means, any rumours yet?” “I heard little Phoebe Kharkov asking if the fruits stood for the packs. White Forest, Rising Star and us, and that was one of us was rotten-” “Well she’s an idiot!” I snapped. “Don’t let that idea spread, Shadowlands is not linked to the bloody pears!” “Of course, she’s only young. Everyone else thinks it is heatwave damage.” Shaking my head as we climbed the stairs, I wondered if this was the first time Jackson had lied to me or if it was just the first time I had been able to tell.

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

As he turned the lock and opened the door, I was welcomed with a strange combination of Vanilla and Jasmine’s fragrances, making me forget all the worries that entangled my mind and suffocated my life, I totally gave up my senses to the most exotic scent I could have had smelled. Brandon entered the room and I was still lifted in his arms in a bridal style, as I roamed my eyes around the enormous room, I was intimidated to see the surroundings engulfed in dim red lights, escalating a dreading aura immediately. Everything in here; from walls to the bedsheet was painted in bright crimson red. It heightened a foreign absurd feeling inside me that I couldn’t understand. One thing that shook me f

“That might not be possible. The fruit is extremely rare...only three ripen every decade. And they’re guarded by blood wards, shadow beasts, and Zephyr’s personal legion. Even if you got close… The fruit dies the second it’s taken without the Alpha’s blessing. It has to be given willingly.” Ryker let out a low, dark, delighted chuckle. “Willingly? We can make people willing.” Kane cracked his knuckles. “Or dead. Dead works too.” I stared at them, chest tight, something dangerously close to hope clawing up my throat. I hated it. Hated how my pulse jumped. Hated how my cunt clenched again at the thought of these four psychotic bastards waging war just to keep me breathing. Dante stood.

I could not tell how long he had been observing us. Out of the blue, Francis said, "Bernard, let's make a thrilling bet." Bernard arched an eyebrow. "On what?" "The drug supply chain in Westborough," Francis said. "Ha! You know that's not what I'm after." Bernard turned to look at me, and all eyes followed. "If I win, Natalie's mine for the night."

If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." My mind is muddled by his words, wanting to protest to his command, but my body betrays me as I incline my head to the side, pulling my dark hair out of the way and giving him a perfect view of my neck.