Dark Dark Fruit Novels & Stories

During the conversation, he took out a few pure white fruits from his pockets and asked, “Does that mean all of you didn’t find this?” “What’s this?” The fruits in Dillon’s hand exuded a faint halo, and they looked delicious. The trio’s eyes lit up immediately. Even Daftmonk swallowed involuntarily. “I don’t know what it is, but a snow forest often appeared in the ice land. There are some snow trees in the forest, and the Frosty Fruits are hanging on the tree. These are magical fruits. After eating one, you can regain your strength.” “Really?” Tyr swallowed dryly before snatching one of the fruits from Dillon’s grip. He gulped it down eagerly with a gulp. Tyr felt a force sweep over his ent

Or that he might read minds. Pinching the goblet between two fingers, Damon raises the bottle high into the air, letting the red liquid hit the side of the glass to create the perfect little wave, breathing in the air. The delicious fruit flavor hits my nose when he leans forward slightly and puts it in front of me. “This batch has the best depth of grapes’ fragrance, but neither its sourness nor sweetness stands out,” Damon pours himself a glass and puts it to his nose, sniffing lightly with his eyes closed, “you can almost smell the summer nights the grapes lived through.”

As the feast continued, the Orcs began to bring something they called "ale" which was fermented water with special types of seeds and herbs who they added something sweet named death fruit juice. Death Fruit was a grotesque fruit that grew in the dry and black-colored leafless trees near the swamp, they formed every 10 years after enough souls were gathered in such strange trees, and the fruits would take the shape of dry and agonizing human-like faces. The Orcs would collect such fruits and open their hard interior to find a sweet, red-colored interior. It was the only sweet food available in the entire area.

The next morning, I walked into the royal dining hall. It was a space reserved for royals and high nobility, decorated with ancient tapestries and crystal chandeliers. I had just sat down when my stomach turned. Dexter was holding court at the head table. Before him was an exquisite crystal platter. On it were Silverbark Fruits. The sacred fruit that only a pregnant Luna was permitted to eat, said to contain pure lunar energy that would strengthen an heir's alpha power.

Tera muttered in her thoughts. Tera stepped closer to a bunch of grapes hanging beautifully. The grapes are dark in color and have a natural sweet taste. This fruit is the main ingredient in artisanal organic wine that will be processed at the Masson factory. Very sweet and refreshing fruit. Tera inhaled its distinctive aroma and it mingled with the aroma of the fresh leaves that surrounded her.

Should he wish to. A large shelf carved out of the wall held rows and rows of a special dark wine that seemed to brew itself within the glass. Blood wine. Only one of its kind in the entire realm, imported from an isolated pack at Nyxdoria's edge. The kind of wine the Alpha King would only have. According to Freya, the grapes for the wine would only grow with blood, and die when watered, producing their ominous dark crimson color. Its mysterious swirling could not even be explained by the wine-makers, so rumor had it that it was initially made by witches.

(Which one do you want to buy, Sir? I don’t answer because she didn’t ask me. Luciano gives her a hard glare. “Tesoro. Which one do you want to eat?” Luciano asks putting his hand on my waist. I think for a second after looking at so many different flavours and then look at him with a sheepish smile. “I want chocolate, strawberry, chocolate chip cookie dough, vanilla and mango.” I say in one go. “Ok. Whatever you want baby.” Luciano says kissing my forehead.

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

The moon had barely sunk beneath the horizon when Derek stood at the edge of the forest, the air damp with fog and tension. The witch's map burned softly in his hand, the ink glowing like veins of molten gold as it shifted and twitched, revealing the route through the Darkwood. This wasn’t any ordinary forest. The trees here didn’t whisper like normal woods—they growled, creaked with malice, and breathed like something alive.

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.