Dark Dark Fruit Novels & Stories

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.

He threw a black credit chip at the stunned vendor and grabbed a basket. My breath caught. He grabbed a fruit with a bright, sunrise-orange rind. A citrus variety notorious for its high photochemical content—a concentrated essence of sunlight in liquid form. Deadly to vampires in large doses. Agonizing to any with vampiric blood in their system. He started shoving the peeled segments into his mouth, juice running down his chin.

Some after revealing their roots they covered them back and some they but in a purse hanging around their waist. ‘Why are you guys digging up grass?’ ivory asked as she watched them doing their thing. ‘It’s isn’t just any grass, it’s snow grass’ Indigo replied. ‘Snow grass, what are those’ ivory asked looking around; Natasha shakes her head indicating she doesn’t know too. ‘It’s a type of grass which is used to make medicine and potion’ indigo replies ‘the older it gets the stronger its properties’. ‘Then why are you looking at their roots and covering them back’ Natasha asked.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

She already had two hands on it when the young man moaned. “Ahhh, damn!” Dark cursed a few more times, and he was very stiff, even with a cloth still covering his manhood. Natasha carelessly removed the towel that was just draped over the young man. His angry pet immediately appeared to her, which only added to her longing to suck it. “Ahhh, shit!” He hissed while watching her lick the tip of his shaft. Natasha liked the strange fluid that came out of Dark’s manhood. She slowly sucked it but immediately spat it out because she almost vomited when it touched her throat.

He then brought the basket to Elio, looking like an old man who just got back from the market. After he placed the basket on the coffee table. Elio took a closer look and saw the grapefruit-sized object inside it. It had an ugly grayish-black wrinkled exterior, and it smelled nauseating. A scorching heat emanated from it as if it had just emerged from an oven. Elio's eyes widened. "It’s a Scarletflame Fruit! It's a precious fruit that grows inside volcanos, and it takes at least a thousand years to grow to this size. Despite its looks, it’s a truly rare find!”

He was shirtless allowing Summer a glimpse of the intricate dragon tattoo on his back, the same tattoo that she herself had received after being forced into marrying Michael. A cup dangled from his fingers at his side, that was when Summer finally noticed the intense smell of alcohol permeating throughout the entire living room. Not only was Michael not asleep, but he was also most likely deliriously drunk. "What did you find out?" His voice slurred out. He didn't bother turning to look at Summer as he spoke instead choosing to lift his drink to his lips. Summer let out a long sigh, "we have a mole." Now Michael did turn around, throwing his glass to the floor by Summer's feet as he did so.

Lloyd was assaulted by the smell of dampness and mould when he stepped off the bottom rung and into the curtain of shadows. The thick expanse of darkness let little to no light penetrate its fibres, and what did served to showcase the glistening fungus that gnawed at the boards and made them treacherous to walk on. 'Maybe this is another reason that alcohol is the most common fuel here,' he thought grimly, tentatively inching forward to secure his footing. 'There's not many reasons to stay sober.'

I might faint if I don't eat anything before continuing whatever I have to do. After a few hours of cooking, the table was piled with bowls of steaming oat, pottage and cakes dripping with honey and dried apples. I couldn't wait to devour it's all. I need strength in other to fight him. Munching the dried apples I feel more better and energetic than before. Wearing a palazzo with a tank top I left over the food, taking out the iced I dilute it's with water and I gulped it's down. The feeling of being at peace is sensual and I hope all this chaos ends soon then I will be able to go back to the man I always have on my mind. And he also loved me, I hope so I whispered as I stepped outside.

He nodded towards them. “Oranges are addictive though. Thousand years ago no one could exist without their morning OJ’s.” Darius frowned slightly. “Did not understand that at all. But if you are asking me, I choose apples.. It’s very simple. Oranges are very bright, flashy and... bright and flashy does not mean anything good. Once one of us tried a huge bright red mushroom and ended up with food poisoning.” “Apples are red.” Nicolai picked up one. “They Are red and flashy....”