Shadow Fruit Novels & Stories

Juviana had sprinkled her own uniqueness and the queen in this kingdom did the same. Usually, the power that they sprinkled in nature would create a unique fruit that only exists in the kingdom. For Juviana who mastered the wind attribute, she had the cold fruit appear everywhere in the kingdom. “Earth!” Shadow murmured. She inspected the earth color tangerine just a few meters away from her. Juviana couldn’t stop to be amazed. Shadow was so brilliant. Her observation skills were too high. “... who we got here.” A foreign voice suddenly talked to them.

The young Alpha asked his father to come along with him and his mate, for them to show the Black Blade. Once in Accashia’s room, Bathal sat on an empty chair near the door and crossed his legs. The King brought a banana and another odd fruit which Accashia called as moon-berry. A berry that grew from the ashes of the burnt bones of the Shadows, a fruit that became a delicacy. "Where is the black blade you’re talking about?" Bathal asked as he looked around the room.

“The shadow’s energy may be dispersed, but fragments of it remain. And if left unchecked, those fragments could grow into something even worse.” Corin explained that the shadow’s power was like a seed capable of taking root in places where fear, anger, and despair festered. These fragments, though small, could corrupt the land and its creatures if not dealt with quickly. “The shadow feeds on weakness,” Corin said. “And it’s drawn to places of pain and loss. If you want to protect the forest, you’ll need to find these fragments and destroy them before they can spread.” Lyla felt the weight of his words settle over her like a heavy blanket. The battle they thought was over was only the beginni

The leaves were rustling as if the wind had passed through them. However, when one looked closely at the dark, forbidden forest that the tight community of Paphos, Cyprus had to forbid their children and citizens there, one would find that something was moving through the leaves, not the wind itself. The shadow lurked in the shrubbery, trying to stay hidden from its pursuers, laying low on the ground as its blue eyes were looking at the people—bad, dirty humans—who were trying to catch it beforehand.

"Whatever you have, Emily," The little girl pulled out from underneath the stall a basket of fruits of all shapes and colors. Each little finger pointed at each fruit and said, "The black dragon fruit helps the fire-system spirit beast increase its attack power. The blue hedgehog helps the ice-system spirit beast increase its defense; the spiny hedgehog helps the spirit beast level up; I am not sure what effect the red avocado has. Most of them come from murky forests." "Heavy goods, yes?" Aoip asked.

We stopped a few feet away from them and then the old men spoke those damn words. “Ombra di morte.” (Shadow of death.) The old man said as I took the hood off. I knew what his plan was the moment he wanted me to suddenly assist him with training. never did that at home, why here. The woman looked surprised and the men, well they looked displeased, irritated, aggravated and enraged . Because again they expected the shadow of death to be a man and not a woman. “Liyah.” The old man called out to me.

“This is it.” --- **The Shadow’s Grip** The moment Selene touches the shard, the ground shakes. The Shadow’s laughter echoes through the tomb, his form materializing before us. *“You cannot stop me,”* he sneers. *“The crown’s power is mine.”* Selene clutches the shard, her glow brightening. “We’ll see about that.” The Shadow raises a hand, tendrils of darkness snaking toward us. I raise my hands, my glow intensifying, but it’s not enough.

She can barely speak Spanish, and she's been my best friend for well over six years now. Smirnov stops by my chair and pulls a purple coconut boba from his carrier. "Here you go," he says, setting it on the desk. "Thanks," I look at the cup from Honey's Cafe. The coffee in the carrier is from a different place. Why would he go to two different places just to get me boba? And how does he know what I like to drink? "This is what you like, yes?" "Yeah. Thanks," I say with a nod.

“The north is still to be brought in line, there is much to do.” “Do you need more gold?” “No, I need buyers for the huge harvest we are intending to produce. The aim is to be the larder of the entire shifter nation. Shadowlands earth is the richest and easiest to farm of all the areas. No dense woodlands, cliffs or swampy lagoons to hinder us growing anything we choose.” “And your pack is with you?” “I believe so, after the Moon Goddess produced that tree on my crowning I think half of the villagers think I’m magical so there’s that bridge to cross eventually.”

He nodded, contented from my response. “The shadow pack has a secret gift, passed down to generations. Its an ability inherited from our ancestors, an ability to see through the shadow of the people. It is called the ‘shadow eye’.” I... haven’t heard of that. My confusion must have illustrated with my reaction that Jacob gave an immediate explanation for it. “I have the ability to see colors, shades of it, to the shadow. These hues have meaning such as envy, joy, sadness, wrath, arousal, some certain emotions. Also, uh, strength and… weakness.”