Golden Apple Kallisti 소설 & 이야기

“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?”

“Why don’t we just go where he is, for him to shout your name so loudly like that, then it must be a serious problem. Alex reluctantly agreed and we moved to where his Beta and the rest of the army gathered. “Sir we checked the dead bodies, and we found this strange amulet.” His Betsa said and handed it over to his Alpha. “What in the world is this?” Alpha Alex murmured as he took from his Beta’s hands. It was a golden amulet made up of cowries and it was gotten from one of the bags of the dead figures. I took a close glance at it, it looked so strange and ancient. I wanted to collect it from Alex who was presently examining it and he pushed my hands away and asked me not to.

"A war is coming, Annalisa. It's only you that can help win that war if only you open your heart. Embrace the red apple and pluck out the golden one. I promise, more fruits will grow on your tree." The pain intensified as she tightened her grip, causing me to wince. "Pluck out the golden Apple, Annalisa. You have to. If you don't, the devil will win." Releasing her hold, the woman swiftly faded into the crowd, leaving me stunned and deep in thought. Processing the weight of her words proved challenging, particularly in grasping the significance of the red and golden apples, as well as the impending war she had hinted at. Engulfed in my contemplation, I watched as Alexander entered the awaiti

The skin was smooth and soft, a soothing warmth spread from the contact. He pulled her to her feet, then led Eliza out of the inner sanctum. On a built-in marble shelf—kind of like an alcove of sorts—against the nearest wall, a large jug made from what she knew to be Olympic metal, stood glistening in the gilding sunlight. “The oily substance in this jug is called Ambrosia. I am sure you’ve heard of it?” Apollo asked with raised brows.

She wore a simple black and white uniform, the blouse of which seemed to strain to stay closed against an impressive chest. "Have you ladies decided what you'd like to order?" the girl whose nametag identified her as Callista asked as she held her pencil over a small pad. Julia And Gabrielle picked up their menus and gave their orders. Julia really didn't give the young woman a second glance, but Gabrielle had become totally fixed on Callista. Or more specifically, on a bright charm that caught the redhead's eye. A half-inch in length and gold plated if not gold itself, the charm consisted of an interlocked double female symbol. Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callist

Like the moon itself had poured into my veins. And then I felt it. Eyes. Burning into me from across the clearing. Kael. He stood there, human again, dark hair damp with sweat, chest rising and falling like he’d run a thousand miles. His jaw was steel, his fists clenched at his sides, but his eyes… Saints, his eyes were molten. Gold threaded with storm. The way he looked at me made my breath hitch. Like I was something dangerous. Something his soul couldn’t decide whether to kill—or claim.

The leaves were a metallic gold. "It is a golden lettuce flower." Elder Silas cried. He stood up to see better. "I have read of these in the old scroll of the frozen peaks. They only bloom once every fifty years." "It is beautiful." Another elder said. "The size is incredible. The Moon Crescent pack knows how to feed the eyes before the mouth." Skade looked at me. She held a knife. She smirked. She gave me a look that said I was already defeated. Alpha Stone turned to Alaric.

Callie worriedly said as she moved out of Clyde's embrace. "I came by because I wanted to give you this," Clyde explained, pulling a bracelet from his jacket pocket. It's a gold bracelet that was carefully designed to make it even more special. Callie was taken aback by the bracelet's one-of-a-kind design. It had her real name engraved on it. Calista. "How did you know my real name?" she wondered out loud.

Renowned for her captivating beauty and regal demeanor, she was a radiant figure in the court, capturing the attention of all who beheld her. Callista's golden locks cascaded like a waterfall of sunlight, framing features that mirrored the elegance of her mother, the late Queen Seraphina. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of sapphire, held a depth that hinted at both wisdom and curiosity. Raised in the lap of luxury, she was well-versed in matters of state and courtly affairs, her education guided by the scholars and advisors who orbited the royal family.

Killian replied, looking straight at Calypso. “What colour was it?” Cassidy asked, though Killian could see from her eyes that Calypso knew the answer. “Gold.”