Grass Novel Novels & Stories

Her Wolf wanted to flee from this place and never look back. "This is it." Willow said, yet her feet halted at the edge of the clearing. Even now, there was a contrast between the grass under his boots and the grass in this space. Everything looked dry and dead. The grass appeared brittle, as if the slightest touch would break a single blade of grass into tiny pieces.

The spot where the fawn was born would be where the faerie grass would grow. When the carcasses of both doe and fawn had completely disintegrated in the elements, the faerie grass would be hit by lightning and would wilt unless it was burnt to a complete crisp. After that, it would dry out slowly, become scarlet, and eventually turn into the fawnleaf, which had a glossy surface. This process would take a thousand years. The fawnleaf that Angus had taken out was only the length of an ordinary person's forearm, and it was as broad as a palm. It was a very precious treasure.

The blade of grass was a miracle. It was a tiny, vibrant spear of green piercing through the dull, grey salt of the Draft. I stared at it until my eyes blurred. It was the first real thing we had made—not a digital trick, not a golden illusion, but a living piece of a new world.

Grisha was excited as hell. Five hours later, Grisha found herself in a path that was lined with thick thorny bushes. She stopped to scan her surroundings. Instead of mountains, why was it that she saw thorny bushes and thick trees growing. They were in the plains when they should have been closer to the mountains. Not hearing her footfalls behind him, Dominique stopped and then walked back to her. He nudged her with his muzzle to goad her to run. He circled her and again nudged her as if unhappy that she stopped.

"It was just a broken grass, and you want me to compensate? "Natasha, have you become so poor after leaving the Grayson family?" Was she begging for money? Natasha repeated Natalie's words thoughtfully, "Broken grass?" "Open your eyes wide and see if this is really a broken grass." Natasha casually raised her hand and threw the herb in front of Natalie. Natalie tried to dodge but her reaction was not fast enough. The herb landed on her skirt. The sticky juice spilled onto her pristine white dress and the green juice dripped, looking disgusting.

Leana dragged her towards the high point of the hill and when they got there Mary was speechless with what she saw in front of her. Below the hill, a grassland stretched out for miles, all the way to the horizon. High, golden brown, grass swayed gently in the wind. Splitting the grassland, a big river flowed, along its sides Mary could see small, knotted, trees. In the middle of the grassland, cut in half by the river, she saw a city. Or at least she saw the city walls. They looked sandy yellow and looked polished and not like the ones around Dermes, that consisted of stone boulders that were visible.

She was finally free. A gust of wind tickled her nose, and her vision re-gained focus. In front of her eyes was a dusky ambience kissing the land buried under dusk. Grisha caressed the furry back of her mount enjoying the weight lifted off of her shoulders, while the beast mount stormed across the land stamping giant footprints in the soil. "That was refreshing!!" Grisha stretched her arms, as the bones in her backbone cracked into places, After a refreshing nap on her furry ride, she peered into the distant landscape in front and realized that she wasn't too far from her destination now. A good thing about the high-quality mounts is that they somewhat understand their rider's conscious int

I heaved a deep sigh after as I looked at the mowed grasses in the area. “Grass cut like that takes a longer time to grow back. The shorter the better, but not in the lives of people,” I said, glancing at Adalee. “Huh?” “Life is short, but became shorter because some people wants to end it much sooner. Lucky are those grasses when mowed, but will still grow back. Unlike people’s lives, when cut and ended, no matter how long you’ll wait, you can never take it back,” I whispered, then smiled bitterly.

Grasis nodded sadly and stared in frustration. "Nothing dangerous. Go back and sit there hiding, but lie down with your face down?" Grasia gritted his teeth and began to move slowly again. Grasis wrapped a cloth full of smoke between the two trunks of the tree right next to the hive and he himself quickly got down from the tree and lay down with his face covered. At the same time, the sound of bees like eagles began to echo over their heads. Grasis looked up with sly eyes. The bees were buzzing around like crazy. After buzzing there for a while, the bees flew away together in a swarm, unable to resist the smoke. He picked the fresh hive full of the homey and come to Ayla holding in his hand

“Have you been here before?” “Yes, but it was a long time ago.” “Well, Blessing Grasslands is a 2,000-acre habitat comprised of savannas and tallgrass prairie, hosting a wide diversity of plants and birds and wildlife,” she told Katie from repetitive memorization. “The preserve is open daily from dawn till dusk, and is also home to a herd of over fifty wild bison which roam the grasslands. We started years ago with just two, a sacred white buffalo named Miracle and his birth mother, and we’ve now successfully grown the herd and reintroduced the American bison back into this thriving sanctuary.