Book In Grass Novels & Stories

He never expected a cat to run in and tip over the bowl. That was how the seeds fell into the gap. He moved the table away to prevent the same thing from happening again. “Let's see here.” Adrian quickly took out the Herb Compendium that he had brought along with him. He was elated to find that the plant had a similar shape to the Green Plum Grass. “Is this the Green Plum Grass?” he asked. “That’s impossible,” Nico said decisively, “Green Plum Grass only sprouts in snow. My room is warm, so how would they grow?”

Clearly, i have underestimated my mate. But while going through the book shelf, I came across an old book, which piqued my interest. The back ws not really giving anything aside from it being an old, boring look. But while looking through it? It was a detailed book of almost every medical herb to exist, with how to care for it, what is it used for and everything in between. It was also handwritten, my best guess, by AIra's grandmother.

The vivid green grasses were scattered on the ground, and this place has the freshest air ever. I breathe heavily, letting the oxygen pump inside my lungs. The ground was clean and I sat near the river, leaning my back on the bark of the tree. My back tends to ache when I don’t have something to lean on. That’s why in my life, I tend to lean on my brothers. I pulled the book from my tote bag. Before I open it from where the bookmark was placed, I gulped water to refresh myself. Then I started reading. …

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

I have to walk halfway down the row before I finally enter the plants and animals sections. The first couple of books are on forest plants. Then, I spot a book whose title is 'Herbs'. A short title, but it perfectly suits the book. I flip through the pages to find page after page covered in writing without a single picture in sight. Wanting to cover all of my bases, I search for a book that has pictures of the herbs. Not even five books away, is a book titled 'Herbs Catalog'. Each page of this book discusses a different herb and contains a large image if what it looks like.

Suddenly she wanted to see what rubbish flowers and plants Mary Kinson were growing. With this thought, she pushed open the door of her bedroom directly, walked up to the balcony, opened the sliding door, and walked into the small garden . At first glance she was dazzled. Suddenly, she saw a few grasses in the middle position, with leaves like enlarged leeks, but the tips bent down, and the grass leaves gradually turned white, forming a moon. This is... half moon grass! ? ? ? It can't be? How can a country bumpkin like Mary Kinson raise such an expensive half-moon grass?

The few blades of grass embedded in it were brown and stringy. “In that?” she asked. “Why not? There’s plenty of soil there for some new grass.” Dominic smiled. “Plenty of moisture, too.” Leesa stared down at the patch of earth, focusing her thoughts. She didn’t need any kind of actual visual to help her—she’d seen enough grass in her life to easily picture what it should look like. “Blitha egras sumuss,” she said.

The morning sun had broken gently over the horizon, casting golden rays of light through the towering hedge walls and blooming flowerbeds of the beautiful garden. Birds chirped in lazy harmony, and the sweet scent of jasmine and marigold floated thick in the air. Amid the serenity, Kaelyn sat beneath the willow tree, her body relaxed and posture regal, with her legs folded neatly to one side on the stone bench. In her hands, she held a worn leather-bound book that was basically about understanding the power of herbs and how to make good use of their potential.

The hope from the valley stayed with them for a day, a warm ember in Liora’s chest but with every step closer to the Black Crags, the ember cooled. The land here wasn't just sick or sad; it was also beautiful. It was wrong. The grass wasn't brown or grey, it was a vibrant, unreal green, like a painting. The trees were perfectly shaped, their leaves a uniform, waxy green. There were no weeds, no fallen branches, and no animal tracks; it was too perfect, making the skin on the back of Liora’s neck prickle.

I repeated, the word flat as steel. When she was gone, I turned back to the charred remains on the desk. Kneeling, I brushed my fingers through the ashes. A faint shimmer of blue still lingered at the edges, flickering out like a dying ember. It was the rare and dangerous Fire-wolf grass. It reacted only to the scent of mixed-blood wolves and to royal blood when provoked. Someone had known exactly what they were doing.