Golden Apple Kallisti Novels & Stories

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

It makes perfect sense in my mind. “It’s Sinful,” I say quickly. Kael frowns, looking at me skeptically, however, I’m sure I am right on that one. “Can’t you smell that? It’s jasmine, and what does Sinful’s scent? Jasmine…” Grayson blinks a few times, not quite understanding. He doesn’t know Kael is involved with Sinful. “It’s just wildflowers, Jada.” How do you tell an Alpha he is wrong?

Pierre pressed on his finger as he stood up. Calla glanced at the half-peeled apple on the table. The crimson stain against the pale fruit was a stark, unsettling sight.

she sang, voice echoing as she disappeared. My face drained of color. “What- how did that girl just emerge from a tree? How did she breathe in there?” “Quit your hysterics, Callie, it's just a friendly local dryad- a wood nymph,” he said, picking several ripe apples and stuffing them in to a shoulder bag that had materialized from nowhere. “Here- see for yourself how things are more than they appear,” he said softly, handing me the fruit. “This reminds me of a certain serpent and a particularly dumb blonde,” I said skeptically, weighing the apple with one hand.

I actually have never tasted good wine before. I load my plate with neat layers of everything. As I reach for some salad, I suddenly feel a hand clamp tightly around my forearm, sharp fingernails digging in like little claws. “Hilda! What are you doing?” I whisper, looking down to see her grip like she is clinging for dear life. Her mouth hangs open in awe. Following her stare, I turn to see Prince Callum,the famous son of Alpha Gerald of Silverfall. Everyone knows him as a battle-hardened little warrior, tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes and close-cropped brown hair. Honestly? He’s quite handsome.

Golden eyes burning with fury met mine. Alpha Dante.

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.

“Never have I ever married two women.” Thessaly gasped. Carlos choked on air. And then the Alpha laughed. Low and rough and beautiful. “I have,” he said simply. “Alright, my turn!” Thessaly jumped in. “Never have I ever been allergic to anything.” “I have,” I offered. “Berries. Most of them, anyway.” She gave me a theatrical pout. “That’s so tragic.” I nudged her shoulder. “I’m allergic to gold,” Carlos said, holding up a wrist lined with silver bands.

The sky cracked. "Do it, Maya!" Kael roared. "Be the Queen of the Cinder! Wake them up!" I stepped into the grey. The cold was absolute. It felt like my skin was being flayed by a thousand tiny razors. I reached Kael, my hand finding the center of his chest. Beneath the tattered fabric of his shirt, I felt the "Gold." It was a hard, glowing sphere of energy, the core of the Alpha. I raised the rusted key.

Hera came smiling, a golden basket on her arm, a few golden apples nestled inside. They were the golden apples brought as tribute by the Hesperides, fruit from the divine tree that Gaia, the Earth Mother, had planted with her own hands. Each one was beyond price. Each one stood for honor and for power. Hera set the basket on my mother’s table, found a chair, sat, and crossed her legs.