Dark Dark Fruit Novels & Stories

Armed with an extra blanket that she found from the cabinet near the bathroom, Morana wrapped her body with the blanket. Even though it's not as warm and comfortable as when she sleeps on the bed, but at least it's good enough to get through this night. Before going to sleep, Morana turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the dim moonlight on the night sky to illuminate this room, because of the pouring rain. Morana loved this kind of dark atmosphere, making her feel like she could hide in the dim night, as if her existence had no meaning so nothing could hurt her anymore.

"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.

With a cruel smile, Tennebris pressed against the hole, hitting and pulling his hand, as if he wanted to unclog the bottom of the well that he opened to hell. Before the sin of Wrath rose fully, before the meteors in the heavens reached the atmosphere of earth, the darkness coming from the kingdoms of Wrath rose over us. It was nothing like the night. It was pure ink. A black dye that nothing in the world was able to contain. And those shadows rose against us, enveloping us with that characteristic and terrible odor of Wrath. Even if Miguel was holding my hand, I couldn't see him and know if he was really there. The darkness covered everything and disappeared so quickly that the smell almost

It takes a minute but both of them travel over to the dark elf that is on the ground. Faint panting originates from the confines of the helm as if someone or something is strangling him. The pair of orcs look at him as if they are studying his armor and the goggles on his face up until the other two elves enter the clearing. Catarina is the first to notice the Butcher is on the ground wallowing in pain. Her eyes dart to the larger orc and with a voice that matched an enraged commander, she speaks. “What happen here?” The druid is the first to go down on her knees and lift off the helm that protected his face. Once she does, she is shocked at what she sees. The face of Butcher looks like it h

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

The moon made an excellent job to illuminate his honeyed eyes, two perfect orbs. It was dark, pitch-black around the forest and the only source of noise were the cockroaches and the many insects that I rather not know about their existence mixed with a loud chewing noise. “Hm, actually, I did you a favor.” Dominic’s tone sent a chill down my spine as my head whipped to his direction. He was sitting down, his back against a tree as he stretched his legs and stuffed his face with Doritos. When he caught my gaze, he grinned like a schoolboy.

Sevenom out of the blue. Before anyone could reply, the wine in Sevenom’s wine glass flew toward Darkwind’s glass. However, the white wine had now turned green! Smiling wickedly, Sevenom then added, “Don’t worry about the color. I’ve changed the white wine into a medicinal wine that’ll help enhance your inner strength! With that said, please enjoy, Saint Darkwind…!”

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

"I can't do this. I'm only get like every other word. This is so convoluted." Remi squeezed my shoulder. "It's okay. Let's just try to put it into context based on what we know. You said "darkness" right? Well we definitely found some darkness yesterday. It sounds like a prediction that is warning that if the darkness interrupts this ritual, then the balance between light and dark will be tipped." I wrinkled my nose. "I guess. If you can even trust what I have translated." "I think you translation is fine. It's just not complete. Now the first one. It looks like you have to combine the fractured soul. That's something. We just need to figure out what she is trying to combine you with."