Eriette Of The Charmed Apple Novels & Stories

I just want to get this over with, the nerves have my stomach in knots. Finally, we end up outside in the royal gardens. A sweet floral scent wafts through the air, as my eyes sweep across the fancy shrubbery. Most of the bushes were artfully trimmed into animal forms, wolves more often than not. The reason Princess Irellia never stepped foot here. Still, I wonder if any of the lovely blooms would cheer her? My gaze lands on the bright yellow daffodils, I’m sure I could find some of those in town. I decide that I’ll surprise her with some, once I’m done here.

"You're right, Eirene. We cannot afford to be passive in this situation. We must take action to remind the king of our worth." Eirene's eyes sparkled with approval. "That is the spirit, Daphne. Now, I shall offer you a little something extra to aid in your cause." With a wave of her hand, Eirene summoned a trusted maid, who hurriedly brought forth a small vial concealed within a velvet pouch. Eirene delicately passed it to Daphne, her voice hushed as she explained, "This is a rare potion, carefully crafted to ignite desire and passion in the heart of its recipient. Use it sparingly and wisely, for its effects can be potent. However, remember that this potion is merely a tool. True love canno

Ithildin said in response through in her head. “Should we go back?” asked Doppey. “No, we stay here for a while and will make an offering to the spirits... fruits can do.” Are said. “Who has a fruit with you?” "Charlotte." Legolas said. Charlotte shifted her gaze at Legolas, "Give them your fruit." Legolas said. "My fruit? My ten berries?” she replied. “no, not my berries…-" “I’ll get you some after we will leave here, double-number berries if you want.” He assured so that the naughty Princess will give her fruits.

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

I begged, "Stop this. At this rate, innocent people shall die! We will die too!" Charlotte then showed me her blackened hands as she smiled sadly, "I'm already dead, Erin, the spell I used to bring you back cost me my life. There is no antidote. Their violent rages and outbursts should last for an hour or two. Don't trust the werewolves, Erin, you are the cursed princess, you are meant to bring balance to the world and destroy them." She held my hand and said as she coughed out blood, "I searched for you and though I was only using you for my revenge, I had the time of my life being your friend so no matter what, you have see this through this time and live."

“A- Alarick.” “I planted that tree for you,” Alarick said, getting even closer and taking Erriene’s hands in his, looking down at him. “In one of your visits before, you mentioned you liked Golden Seeds instead of Apples, and that they could never be found in Maudian grounds. So I planted one. You can even climb it if you want. It is in a private place; no one would see you.” “Liar,” Erriene said, trying to step back.

“But you’re part of it. And Kade, you don’t tell him yet. He’s still… raw.” Blood rushed through Charollet’s mind, delicate with hope & fear. “Thank you,” she whispered. In the hush, Elira pressed a small vial into her hand. Inside: a pale golden liquid. “Some herbs to ease your thoughts, when you need them.” Charollet tucked it inside her shirt. Elira vanished. The door clanged shut. Left alone, Charollet pressed her palm to the parchment and closed her eyes. The weight of destiny, ancient and overwhelming, settled around her like wolf fur.

My father said to her. Delphi pouted like her pride had been hurt. She laughed softly again. "So you think he would be attracted to Charia?" She scoffed "Never. Charia can never attract a man you can't attract. Any man in the world. You're the prettiest lady on earth. A gift from the moon goddess" Alpha Lugard pat his favorite princess and she blushed. "Charia's first secretion would be able to distract Alpha Ryder, her unfamiliar bad scent would disgust him and he would ask that she be washed by his guard. During this attempt, Charia would attack Alpha Ryder, he wouldn't be hurt for too long, but he would be weak, while Charia is caged or killed for her criminal attempt, we would attack."

The apple was ripped from her grip and held at a slight distance from her face. The hands holding her treat were covered in black gloves. Charlotte eyeballed them with a feeling that was a mix between fear and excitement. They had been as silent as a shadow when creeping up behind her, which was both sexy and scary. Their muscled build pressed firmly into her back and provided the perfect wall against the night air. As their face cradled against the top of Charlotte’s head, she could feel their warm breath against her scalp. Slowly, teasingly, the stranger glided the apple back to Lotte and let it rest against her mouth.

The forest held its breath too. Charleie kept walking. Her fingers brushed the small silver charm at her wrist—half habit, half superstition. A crescent moon etched in obsidian, given to her years ago by someone she no longer spoke to. She hated how comforted she felt by its weight. A twig snapped to her right. Charlie turned calmly toward the sound, tilting her head like she was listening past the edge of human hearing—which, in fairness, she was. Her voice slipped lower, picking up a faint growl buried beneath it.