Rotten Apples Book Novels & Stories

The bond between us stretches thin, frayed by distance and deceit. “Traitor,” I mutter, swinging my legs over the cot. My knees buckle, but I grip the bedpost until the room stops spinning. Beta Mara bursts in, her scent sharp with panic. “Silas—the eastern border! The woods… they’re *rotting*.” I limp past her. “Then let’s stop it.” --- **The Rot** The forest is a graveyard. Trees sag, bark sloughing off in blackened sheets. The air reeks of decay, and the ground squelches underfoot.

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

"She was begging for my help, and I pushed her away! All because of your lies!" Melora turned blue. She struggled wildly. Artemis pulled his crazed wife away. But his eyes looking at Melora were as cold as death. Zale stood up slowly. The pressure of the Sea God crashed down on Melora like a mountain. "Melora." His voice was a low rumble, like a judgment passed in the depths of Tartarus. "You took the Golden Apple. You killed Kressa." "No!" Melora shook her head wildly. "I really needed that apple!"

They were oddly familiar. “Where have I heard those same words?” “I’m sure it’s no one in particular. Now, you must go on.” Alvah started walking away from her. “Wait, can’t I at least get some water?” “I’ll send in some apples.” “Apples?” “They’re juicy and won’t have you going to the bathroom every now and then. Now read!” She sighed, finally looking at all the books piled up in front of her. “Right.”

“That’s almost as freaky as freezing my entire class in time.” “What?” Elizabeth said. “I got so mad at Roxy’s friends picking on me that I shot out this energy from my hands that froze everyone in the room.” “Time freezing? That’s pretty cool.” June said. “Yeah, but then I touched an apple that was thrown at me and it rotted super quick.” “Sounds like you aged it,” Elizabeth said. “Guess so.” Bonnie said. That would explain how that spatula rusted super quick when I hit Roxy.

I nodded when I savoured the taste of the green apples. "Hmm, this really tastes good " I said and finished it up, taking another bite of it. It has been quite a while I hate fresh fruits as tasty as these ones. I was literally used to smoking cigarettes and cocaine. I was still on one of the apples when Sophia had consumed over five apples already. I was shocked to see this. The Sophia I knew wouldn't even finish up to two. I kept on staring at her with a surprised look. "What?" She asked when she realized I was staring at her.

As time passed, a single apple began to form at the apex of the plant, growing steadily larger until it reached a perfect, ripe state. The apple was a vibrant shade of crimson with smooth, unblemished skin. Zedekiel was quie surprised for he thought Ron said he didn’t know any magic. He watched as Ron gently plucked the apple and took one large bite. His face soured immediately but because he was hungry, he forced himself to chew and swallow. Mealda noticed that Ron was unhappy and stretched out a vine, as if to ask him what was wrong.

I deadpanned menacingly, "I am sliding the apples your way. Grab them if you want them or let them roll away if you don't." Lowering an apple, I slid it across the floor and watched closely for its fate. All of a sudden, my heart lurched into my throat as I saw a big, meaty hand coming out of the bars. Thick veins bobbed up his dirty hands. Even after regular starvation, he appeared to be bulky and masculine. His long nails lowered and wrapped around the apple before it vanished into the cell. Exhaling heavily, I rolled the next three apples and watched with the same curiosity as he picked them all. I waited for the thanks but all I got was an eerie silence.

Her eyes were aflame with excitement as she opened the door. The panacea polypore lay still within the velvet cushioning, but where it should be flawlessly white, it was instead glistening in red. To make things worse, while normal polypores tended to be plump and meaty, this one was rock hard and rotting on the edges! "What the…" Cindy gaped. "What the hell is this? Why is it rotting? And it's so hard!" Frank moved forward for a look and chuckled coolly. "Oh, so it's dead."

I sat in the library, reading a book I had begun before Franklin passed away. Due to the craziness of the last few months, I could not read. I had not heard of the author, but the book seemed interesting. The door to the library creaked, and the scent of hot tea and peanut butter filled my senses. I look over the couch to see Ash walking in with a cup of tea, honey, and a plate of apple slices and peanut butter, “Hey, beautiful,” he said softly, “I thought you might want a snack.” I smiled, marking my spot in the book and taking the offering from him,