Snake Fruit Basket Novels & Stories

He greets me with wide eyes and a cocked bushy eyebrow. "Bathsheba?" I turn my gaze back to the basket. My fingers trace along the edge where the cover meets the body of the basket. I want to see what is inside. "What are you doing," He asked, urgency entering his voice. I know where I have seen this exact basket. King David held it in his hands as evidence against Baruch. A cacophony of hisses had erupted from it. Lying within were deadly snakes. The same kind that was found in my bed-chamber. The same kind that slithered through my bed and very nearly ended my life. All it would have taken was one bite. I say nothing. Instead, I hit the side of the basket. The dreaded sound of hissing fill

I shake off the funny feeling and plaster a smile on my face while pulling Ethan to the next table. This stall is full of ornate, beautifully woven baskets of every size you could think of. One of them is even large enough that I’m sure I could fit in it if I tried. There are colorful ones, with blues and greens woven through the tan pieces, but there are also neutral browns and tans that make up others. “Mommy! I want one of these!” A small girl cries, pointing at the basket with the little dolphin painted on the side. The little girl points at the sea creature with a large grin on her face.

We approach the backpack cautiously, I check its content: medicinal herbs, some berries, a couple sharp stones, flint and my two cups are now broken. Everything seems to be covered in a viscous liquid. "That stupid dog, he left everything covered in drool! everything is ruined, to top it off the whole basket smells fishy" "What else did you expect it to smell like? you were carrying fish right?" says Anne "Not necessarily, Tsao taught me how to wrap fish in leaves from the plant which we obtain the tubers. Not only does it keep the basket from smelling fishy, ​​it also keeps bugs away" says Helena as she shows all the bundles of leaves in her basket.

When it comes to food, that person gives up right away. We proceeded to the row of fruit plants. I went to the very end. I prefer to pick grapes and find them at the far end. Ysabelle chose to pick the apples. The two waiters went to the banana side. I dropped the basket I was carrying on the ground. I looked up at the many grapes hanging on top of me. It is made of bamboo to crawl on grape leaves to bear fruit. Most are purple and others are green but they are also ripe. I slowly touched the grape that was opposite my head. I gently picked it up and carefully placed it in the basket. I do not want to remove the grapes from its stalk. It is better to look if it is together on the same stem.

The man replied in an icy voice, "You're going to regret it if you don't listen to me. The thing you're about to touch is extremely poisonous. "Don't even think about eating it—just touching it will also cause your imminent death in half an hour. Or, maybe you think you can get to the nearest hospital from the middle of nowhere within that time?" After thinking for a bit, Felix suddenly grinned. "The snakefruit is poisonous, you say? That's the first time I'd ever heard of it." The man didn't think Felix would know the name of the fruit. And, in the next second, Felix had already dug up the snakefruit from the ground without hesitation. The man's expression immediately darkened.

"Trey, it's about time you got here. Simone and I have been having ourselves a nice chat." Trey squints his eyes at both of us as he walks farther into the building. Under his right arm, he carries a basket wrapped in clear cellophane. The short round wicker basket has two handles raised to the sides to help keep in the pile of fruit from spilling over the edge. The rich brown color of the basket contrasts against the brightly colored bananas, apples, and oranges inside the plastic wrap. He slides the basket across the desk top to me. "A first day gift."

Since the presence of Snake Vine indicated a high possibility that Soulnascent Fruits were also here, Adrian knew it was a significant find. Although the end of the Snake Vine appeared somewhat worn, spiritual items from the Spirit Domain often lost their luster when they fell to the Human Domain, possibly due to the lower density of spiritual energy.

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

I do need something to do. I swiftly sit up in my bed as an idea comes to mind. I can make the cave more comfortable in case we go there tomorrow. I rush to bathe and out on my clothes. I grab a basket so I can fill it with the items we may need. I add in two more blankets from the extras we have. I also grab an extra pillow. Often when I return home from our visits I am hungry, so I decide to put some fruit into the basket. I grab both the pitaya (dragon fruit) and the apples we have. I also grasp the half loaf of bread.

All the students sat in front of the richly laden tables and had a quiet lunch in the great hall of Elmbridge School of Magic. The tables were full of all kinds of goodies, all kinds of fruits from all over the world such as bananas, grapes, mango, pineapples or purple oranges, but also rare fruits that sceptics wouldn’t have the courage to try. Such as wild strawberries, as tiny as a bead and sour like pickled cucumber and sweet blackberries hotter than any known pepper, found only in the depths of the Ancient Forest. And of course, in Rujnoiu’s shop ...