Evergreen Novels & Stories

Nicko nodded quickly, "That's right. Do you know about it?" Mickey Ray nodded with a smile, then explained what he knew, "As it is known that the Dragon Mountains have a lot of natural wealth that is useful for human health. Moreover, the roots on display this time come from almost extinct trees. This tree is called the black bottle because its shape is similar to a tree, and it can only live in the direction towards the top of the mountain. Of course, getting there was extremely difficult, especially now that the number of black bottle trees did not reach twenty. This one-hundred-year-old black bottle root will be opened for ten million dollars, and I heard that someone is bidding up to fif

"You have no idea. The peony I had in my room died the other day and she threw a funeral for it." He raised an eyebrow at me. "That peony survived all this time?" I blushed slightly. "It is the flower of prosperity in China, isn't it?" He regarded me with a satisfied half smile. "Yes, it is." I pushed my hair over my shoulder, looking up at the treetops. "Do you think it's going to rain? The sky's looking pretty dark." Eric looked up as well. "Seems that way," he muttered. "Nova!" He called. "We can come back for the ants

On the other hand, another daughter Myra, the same strong stone-cold girl like Minerva just ignored his superiority. “Is it an anticipation of some big cyclone?” Rana asked his subconscious mind. Minerva was a rebel and a fighter too. So is her daughter, too. Every word of Myra was sharply cleaned to pierce any heart. And today for the first time in his house people became rebels. His wife, his son. He could feel his grip getting loosened up over many a thing.

she turned wildly on the spot, frantically looking around “W-where Lena! Where!” Lena gently grasped her arms “Calm down Dawnie”, she said “the Green Man is a forest god which means he will be in some place like a park or a forest or….” she trailed off, her brown eyes drifting towards the orchard that they’d parked across from “Oh, that’s clever”, she breathed, staring at the name: Viridios. Dawn followed her gaze “They wouldn’t be so brazen”, she remarked.

She had no doubt he wanted to see how she was fairing and maybe talk about her decision concerning quitting her job earlier than she was supposed to. While waiting for Henry to show up, Vee occupied herself admiring the surroundings. The garden also looked beautiful at night; though the security lights didn't do enough justice to the beauty of the flowers and plants. Not too far from where Vee was seated was a round wooden table with two chairs around it. That was Eve Matthews' favourite spot whenever she chose to spend her afternoon in the garden reading a book.

"It’s... it’s a forest inside the mountain!" The greenhouse was vast, a towering dome of reinforced obsidian-glass that arched hundreds of feet above their heads. The structure captured the fading golden rays of the setting sun, refracting the light through a complex network of automated water misters that hung from the iron framework like silver spiderwebs. Giant, pre-apocalyptic ferns unfurled their vibrant green fronds over the stone walkways, and thick, twisty vines crawled up the structural pillars, bearing heavy clusters of sweet mountain grapes.

​The Eternal Bloom ​They walked away from the Heart-Tree, leaving the Original Gutter behind. ​Behind them, the silver-white Rogue-Bloom continued to grow, its soft humming filling the air with a song of absolute, unshakeable peace. The "Alpha’s Billionaire Rogue" was gone, but her frequency was everywhere. ​The audit was settled. The Gutter was gone. And the universe was, finally and forever, Green.

​The Ninth Peak was no longer a cold hunk of obsidian. Under the influence of the primordial sap, the mountain had undergone a biological transfiguration. The halls were now lined with glowing, amber-veined bark, and the air was thick with the scent of ozone and blooming iron-blossoms. Every survivor on board felt it—a hum in their teeth, a warmth in their marrow that spoke of a vitality the Surgeons had tried to categorize into extinction.

The ammonia was suddenly just ammonia again , biting, sterile, and entirely unhelpful. I was kneeling on the marble floor of the conservatory, my hands steady, clearing the last shards of glass from the broken bottle of lemon polish. I felt nauseous, not from the chemical scent, but from the recent, sickening proximity of Ethan Grant.

Elara's voice came through, slightly distorted by the long-distance connection from Northern Ridge Territory. "What's wrong?" Rachel asked, immediately concerned. "Madam Evergreen bought me this incredibly expensive ceremonial robe, and I need to hunt something appropriate as a gift in return. I'm completely lost about what someone like her would appreciate." Rachel laughed, relieved it wasn't a serious emergency. "Actually, I have the perfect suggestion. Find some wild moonberries if you can." "Wild moonberries?" "Madam Evergreen mentioned once that they were her absolute favorite," Rachel explained. "She said something about h