Why Are My Watermelons Turning Black Novels & Stories

Using a glass, he brought with him, he fills it with the liquid before lifting it up and swirling the glass to see if there is anything noticeable. We watch as the water swirls and soon, a dark cloud swirls within it, tinting the water a dark sickening grey. It also smells slightly off. However, the moment the water stills, the dark smoke vanishes, disappearing as if it was never there to begin with. “Black magic…” Marco mutters angrily. Caspian’s eyes widen. “Someone used black magic to tamper the water? But- but why… it’s our only water source and all of our residents drink…” he trails off in dreaded realization of the motive.

" The moment he said that, he heard a crack in front. Guzman widened his eyes as a dark light appeared where the locusts were. After that, a stinging sound was heard coming from where the locusts were, sounding like red-hot steel being thrown into cold water. The next second, he was shocked as his locusts suddenly turned into water after being touched by the black light. They quickly disappeared after that. In just a few moments, the locusts had completely been extinguished. Only a few of them managed to stay around, but it was no longer any threat. The locusts all turned into blood-red vapor, causing a mist to form around the area that obstructed Guzman's sight. He could not see what was ha

He placed the apple in the lake water and immediately the apple turned black. "Damn" he cursed. He rushed inside the mansion with the now black apple. Thea decided to take another apple from the bowl. "No Thea" Max stopped her before she could touch anything. Thea groaned with frustration. "Not again" she muttered and glared at him. "Look" he showed the apple which turned black. "What happened to it?" She asked with shock. "I think it's not what it looks like to be. Someone must have used magic" he replied, eying the apple with disdain.

"That's why I saved this to compare with the original," "Look!" said the shop owner as he took out another black berry. The berries look bigger than what Altair saw earlier in terms of color and texture, they are almost the same. “If you bring the two of them closer together, they won't blend into each other,” said the shop owner and brought the two black berries in his hands together. No reaction was evoked between the two black berries, they didn't budge in the slightest. “Real blackwill stick to each other if they are close together, whereas they don't,”

In truth, he didn’t even know what osmanthus pastries were. In the kitchen. Darren had just sliced a big bowl of watermelon. "This watermelon is from our garden, just picked today. It’s really fresh." Everyone gathered around. Candice sat down, took a piece, and took a bite. The next second, her face instantly changed... The watermelon tasted like a mixture of fishy and oniony flavors... That overwhelming, soul-crushing taste hit her head straight away. It activated her dormant stomach. "Ugh—" She knew something was wrong. Holding her mouth, she got up and ran outside. She didn’t make it to the yard before she couldn’t hold it any longer and vomited right at the doorstep.

It turns out I inherited my mother's looks. Four years ago, I learned about a herb called Black Mandala from Camila. It's a poisonous plant that can allow the parasitic dark melanin to live on a werewolf's body. Eating Black Mandala would damage the vocal cords of the werewolf, even changing their skin, hair, and pupils' color. I found it intriguing and began searching for this herb.