Golden Apple Kallisti Novels & Stories

Glossary: Immo = yes - Nullus = no - Jaga = yello fruit size of an apple has a hard peel is sweet - Apyrinum = pomegranate juice - Quiescam = slumber peaceful - Pagde - a bear/mix between panda and artic bear - Proprius laminae = wrist knives - cupam = whiskey/other liquor - Heghlan = an orange planet that resembles earth *~~~*

“That is….new. And incredibly expensive. Where in the Moon’s name did you get that?” Elena did not startle. She simply placed the necklace slowly back into its casing with a wistful expression on her face. “Alpha Kael is making preparations to return to his pack. I thought it to be a kind gesture to gift him a rare moonflower sapling from my private collection as a farewell. It’s a popular plant, but he seemed genuinely charmed by it. This,” she said and gestured to the neck now resting in its plush velvet box, “was his thank you.”

The same herb that had been used to counter the effect of wolfsbane… though not all wolfsbane, especially the concentrated ones. This was Greystone. Maybe one of Greystone hideouts. Ulric must have owned this place. He seemed useful this time around… to me as his Alpha and to his daughter who resented and despised him. By the time I returned to her, Calla had slumped sideways, one arm crawled across the floor, her fingers twitching faintly as if reaching for something that wasn't there. “Calla,” I crouched beside her. “Stay with me.” I picked some of the herbs, my thumb pressing hard on it against my palm and squeezing it.

He smiled widely through his teary eyes at the thought. 'Welcome back to your kingdom, my princess.' He said in his mind. ***** Cali came out of the washroom after cleaning her face off the tear strains and the makeup along with it as well. Not bothering to reapply her makeup, she made her way towards her cubicle. her eyes were still feeling sore from crying but she had her lenses back in their place since she did not want anyone to look at her wierdly as no one ever knew that she wore them before. No doubt her eyes were beautiful but she was used to using the lenses from her childhood. She remembered how the other children in the orphanage made fun of her because of her eye color. So, her m

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

As Alpha Fraiser approached him, the wind blew from behind Apollo wafting the smell of Golden in the Alpha’s direction. It startled him. Excitement rushed through his veins as it dawned on him that he could finally get her back. “Where is Golden? Where is my slave?” He barked at Apollo. At the mention of his mate, Apollo flew into a rage. “My mate isn’t your slave, she’s the former Alpha King’s daugther and you will refer to her as such!” Frasier dropped to his knees as shock rushed through his body. Golden was Fallon and Fallon was Golden?

“Another one?” The woman stood at the gates of the Elder’s sanctuary. She didn’t care about the glowing wards or the guards’ silent stares. She looked older than Ivy, maybe by ten or fifteen years. Her long hair had silver streaks and was braided down her back. Her pale eyes seemed to see through lies. Around her neck, she wore a shining pendant that looked like a crescent moon wrapped in thorns. “You’re Ivy,” she said softly. “And you are?” “My name is Calista. I was born in the Hollow Vale. My mother was a priestess of the First Moon. And... I believe we share blood.”

Suddenly curious, Kalista stepped away from the path and ventured deeper into the forest, keeping her eyes on the blue glow that seemed to call to her. To her utmost surprise, it was a glowing blue gem. Kalista knelt carefully on the ground, scrutinizing the strange object before her. Its blue glow was almost blinding. It was shaped like a pentagram and almost buried inside the earth. There was a certain coldness that radiated from it and it pulled Kalista in, the glow illuminating her gray eyes. As if in a trance, Kalista reached out and gently picked up the gem, staring at it in wonder. Never had she seen something as strange and beautiful as it, and she wondered if someone had been trying

the servant knelt on the floor. "Yes, have you found her?" Kylian asked. "No, there was no trace of the woman in that pack." "Are you sure?" Kylian asked. "Yes my lord, we went to crystal moon pack, the Alpha had six sons and no daughter. His wife looked nothing like that woman." "So she lied to me, but no one can lie to me." Kylian wondered.

“And a part of me regretted it—that I...bartered my heart and soul all for the crown and throne.” A deafening silence was between us after that. Dessert was already served and I’m currently dining on a blueberry cheesecake. Kallias is eating a lemon tart. The sight of the lemon brings me back to Geneva’s oranges earlier. Maybe Alpha Kallias is not what he seems. Maybe he’s like those oranges: frosty on the outside yet fluffy on the inside. Fluffy. Funny how that word reminds me of Beta Caesar. “What will become of me in this pack, Alpha King?”