Grass Novel Novels & Stories

he continued away from the riverbank and through the trees, the foliage changing underfoot from rich, moist compost to clumps of tough, reedy grasses. These grasses were the reason that neither vampire nor Karifa had bothered with this grassland. The clumps were deeply rooted and proliferate. As quickly as the grass could be stripped from the soil to make way for crops, it would grow back in, requiring constant tending to prevent it taking over garden beds and fields. This was also why past colonist’s holdings had seemed to disappear. Wilhelma and the vampires had cleaned up after their feast, not wishing to upset the Karifa with the evidence, and had taken apart any structure that were left

As we crested the rise into the plains of Missouri, we hit the brakes. "My god," Silas breathed. I expected a Dust Bowl. I expected the dry, cracked earth Ironwood had described. Instead, we looked out over an ocean. An ocean of grass. But it wasn't normal grass. It was six feet tall. It was a vibrant, neon green that hurt the eyes. It rippled in the wind like water. And scattered through the grass were the Corn. Stalks of corn the size of telephone poles rose from the prairie. They towered over the

I wanted to get even. As I finally get the courage that I needed, I stood up, holding a drink and the USB where the photos of Claire and Gabriel kissing is currently at. Thankfully, the program was finally quiet and people are just eating their dinner. This is my chance. I shouldn’t blew this once in a lifetime opportunity. I reached the man in front of the computer. I gave him the USB, telling that I have some surprise for everyone and I will pay him twice as how much he will profit tonight. Gladly, he accepted it. That’s how easy it went. People can be driven by money.

"Anyone without a partner?" I awkwardly raised my hand. "Oh... then maybe you can go with that handsome boy there?" I looked at where he's pointing. Carter Gray. Carter is one of the typical gamers. He likes to keep a low profile and stay at home all day. But I heard that when he does go to parties, he gets super drunk and does a lot of crazy things. He has sandy blonde hair with brown ends. His dark brown eyes looked at me and grinned. Well he's... something. I awkwardly walk up to him. He gives me a warm smile as I sat beside him.

Ninety minutes before sunset, Ishida and Rhina arrived on the other side of the lake and walked onto the island that Mount Nawarat was situated upon. Tall blades of grass of rich green and yellowish color rose from the dirt-covered rocks of the island. The grass here was different from the grass on other parts of the floating island; they had access to more minerals in the ground and some stalks even grew on the foot of the golden mountain. Terrestrial grass was not known to grow out of gold, but perhaps Del Cealan grass had special capabilities. Nevertheless, only a small and insignificant portion of Mount Nawarat had grass growing out of it— less than a percent. The rest of the mountain, a

A quiet light softened his deep blue eyes. ….. A narrow river cut through the valley, its water sparkling under the sun. Blacky stood by the bank, lowering his head to drink and take a well-earned rest. On the grass, Danice lay sprawled out, staring at the clear blue sky. A blade of grass dangled loosely between her teeth as she pushed it back and forth playfully. Sitting beside her, Renee watched her with quiet curiosity. “…Grass is not edible.” “I’m not eating it,” Danice replied. She turned the tip of the grass toward him. “I’m copying those people in dramas.”

She knocked out Ada beside her. I gasped as I approached them. "Anna, did you find something?" Dr. Helena brushed off the dirt and looked at me. "What is illusion grass?" Holly was still puzzled. "Illusion grass is a green plant that emits pleasant sounds, containing illusion essence, which can affect the body's hearing and thinking, making people obey the grass's commands and ultimately becoming its slaves." "It can unearth the deepest desires in people's hearts. Those enchanted by its sound will be trapped in illusions until consumed by it. In other words, those white ashes are actually the remains of werewolves devoured by illusion grass."

He was somewhat stunned. "Mr. Alvarez, this might take some time to fix. Why don't you wait in my car? It's warmer inside." Lewis paid no attention to Phineas' suggestion. He surveyed the surroundings, and all he could see was vast grassland. However, most of the grass had turned yellow. They were withering away. Some patches were covered in snow, and he spotted a few small white yurts in the distance. In fact, this place wasn't too remote.

Aviva The wind hasn’t yet swept last autumn’s leaves off the forest floor. Soft, pale green tufts of spring grass poke out in heaps as I crouch behind a large bramble bush, the earthy scent of the early blooms all around us momentarily stealing my senses. But only briefly. Ten year old Shosannah smells like adrenaline and the pancakes with blueberry syrup she had for breakfast as her soft red hair whips across my cheeks, her body rigid and bright green eyes focused on the sparse trees ahead of us.

POV EMMA BELLE The "Soft-Winter" had vanished. In its place was a phenomenon that Nathaniel could only describe as a Hyper-Bloom. The green seed we had left at the planet's heart was sending pulses of biological intent through the soil. Across the Golden Plains, the frost-shattered grass wasn't just growing back; it was evolving. The blades were shot through with threads of starlight-iron, glowing with a soft, pulsing emerald light that matched the rhythm of a human pulse.