Eriette Of The Charmed Apple Novels & Stories

The thing was technically an experimental weapon, and was prone to shredding opponents with devastating ease. Eris herself was a woman in her 40s. Her hair was a wild red, but had a grey streak going through it. She was tall, strong, and taut. In one hand was a ripe green apple, and in the other was the dagger she was slicing it with. She ate a slice just as the shadow came up beside her. She quickly smiled at his presence. “Templar Valos!” she said jovially. “What brings you to the bridge today? I hope you’ve some wonderful news to share.”

High-backed and carved from pale ash wood, its etched with runes, binding and eternal. Eris herself is a study in quiet authority. Draped in a dark robe that whispers against the floor as she moves, her demeanour is serene. But her dark eyes, honed by centuries, flicker with a power that makes even the bravest hesitate. She smells faintly of sage and lavender, a grounding presence in the tension-heavy room. Her face is unreadable, but her stillness is deceptive; every tilt of her head, every narrowing of her gaze, is calculated, dissecting the room with precision. None of their stares weigh on me the way Cade’s does.

I struggle against his grip and finally get my arm free from his grip when the Omega holds out a bright red apple and a small silver knife. “Peel it and drop the skin into the water; the skin will tell you the initial of your fated mate.” The Omega nudges the apple towards me. I shake my head and backaway from the table. I’m not interested in parlour tricks; they aren’t impressive now that I’ve seen real magic. “I really don’t want to, thank you though.” I’m trying to be polite, but Lucas and the Omega don’t seem to want to take no for an answer.

Eretia replied. "You want to quit?" Knox asked "Never! I was just about telling you that I won't be giving up anytime soon." Eretia said with a serious look on her face. "Are you sure?" Knox reopened the refrigerator to check out for a fruit to eat. "Yes..I am not the type to give up easily." Eretia replied. Knox grabbed a green apple. "Get ready we are heading to my agency." He said. "But..the snow —“

Carla walked up to where the middle-aged man with a blind eye was weighing down the apples which the young woman had brought and then waited until the young woman was done buying the apples before she walked closer to her colleague who once worked together with her. “ Are you already looking for a woman to marry and settle down? In a hurry aren't you?” She commented as she looked down at the red apples and clicked her tongue when she realised that he had used magic to turn them into ripe and fresh ones and threw the apple which was in her hand back in the cart.

They never treated me differently and for that, I will always be grateful. Charlie, however, is a siren and so my mom Gaia, the Wolf Goddess of Hell, took him to Queen Asteria, Queen of the Sirens, to be reunited with his people. When he returned months later, the little five-year-old me was shocked at how fast her best friend had grown and changed. He was an adult. But we were still close. Because he had the other half of the oracle in him.

He tapped my hands around his waist and I released my hold. “Oh no she didn’t” Artemis gazed at us, swiping a finger back and forth, her neck following the motion. “The suspense, right?” The same finger moved to her smiling lips. “Is it killing you? Lots of twists and turns. Who knew you’d end up like this? Mated and marked.” She beamed brighter, glowing in her dominant silver aura that lingered. “Congratulations!” “The apple. You fucked us over with the apple.” Valen retorted between clenched teeth, getting up from the sheepskin rug to stand. The apple was an aphrodisiac setup.

Onur-Love wins, and the forbidden apple is sweeter than everything, only we know that because we experienced it. Lenor-Let everyone gets such love.

"Never hurt a fly in your life." She snickers and shoots into the air. "I'm watching you," she reminds me, her voice nearly getting lost in the wind. I have a firm grip on Dante now. Sensing that his mate is near and out of danger, he decided to stop fighting me, and gave me full control over our body again. Completely naked, I follow the scent of blood and ozone. Gertie used strong magic tonight. Terrifying magic. Deadly magic. The first thing I see is the dead trees and plants. The spell killed everything. At first, I think that Oberon and his fae should be able to revive the dead forest, but upon closer inspection I realise that it won’t be possible.

She was back because she suspected something. Because she was digging. And that made her dangerous. So tonight I was going to make sure her digging ended with her buried. I will make sure what she was digging was her own grave. At the edge of the forest, the shrine came into view, I needed love charms. Death potions. Soul-binding elixirs. The charm would keep Aria tethered to Darren long enough for him to perform the Rite of Dominion. But Eros, ah. Eros needed something much, much stronger.