Green Covers Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice soft and full of concern. “Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Just a client. Nothing important.” She seemed satisfied with that answer and went back to flipping through the catalog. “I think I’ve found the right color,” she said, holding up a swatch for me to see. I leaned in, curious. “Green?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why green?” Emily laughed softly, her fingers brushing over the sample. “Green is calming. It’s soothing, like the color of trees and grass. It’s natural, peaceful. I think it’ll be perfect for the baby. Don’t you think?”

The class laughed, and it only lasted a while before it fell silent, sources and their connects focusing on the tasks at hand. Green is the color of the forest, Kilvic heard Sharmin’s voice in his head and he penned it down in black. Why forest? he asked. It was almost as if the sound of Sharmin writing echoed through their link. Why not swamp? Some swamps are a brownish green. Maybe, he conceded, but most people think wood and leaves and dirt when they think of a forest. Are you serious? Sharmin sighed. Yes. Let’s go with grass. Alright, but that means I pick the next one.

Tara pitched and I couldn't help but turn as I hurriedly wore a fitted black jean. "This meeting is very important ladies." It was all I could say before returning to the mirror. I wore an ash T-shirt so only my forearm tattoos were visible. "More important than us?" "Unfortunately, yes." I mumbled with a tiny smile, admiring my ebony skin. My honey irises seemed to be dull perhaps due to my worries. "You see, Green is going to wage war on all communities tomorrow onwards. One that has never happened in history." I said whilst brushing my low cut hair.

With hesitation, he muttered, "Green. I think that's the color of life." I nodded. "Good." I stepped forward with my right foot pressing firmly on the ground. I made a quick hand seal and then the air began to shift. A faint pulse of energy spread outward like ripples in water and the dry soil shivered. The cracked earth started to glow. Alpha Nicholas gasped softly as green light spread through the yard. The dead grass turned vibrant again and flowers started blooming along the paths. From white lilies, to orchids, all sprang out of nowhere. The cold breeze turned warm with a scent of life.

Then he enters the car. He silently looks at me and I smile at him. "What?" "Uh. Nothing, you look. . . Beautiful." I brush my hair behind my ear and I thank him in the most pick-me way possible. I cringe. I have to say something nice about him too. "You don't look bad yourself." He's wearing a dark green shirt, blue pants, and black and white sneakers. He has a gold wristwatch and a chain around his neck. He smells like heaven and he looks like an angel, that smile of his makes me want to start fangirling.

We have nothing left to lose because we have nothing left, period. "We'll go with the green one," Mom says firmly. "My gut says the other one is deliberately plain just to confuse us. The miracle drug must be the one that looks a bit more... unusual. Think about it. Green has always been used to represent evil in literature, and they’ve intentionally made the miracle drug green because they want us to associate it with something sinister, rather than a cure-all. The other one looks plain, almost like holy water—but that's exactly the trick, right? They want us to believe the plain one is the true drug, when the unappealing one is actually the real deal."

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.

It entered Maya. Maya screamed. Her back arched. Her eyes glowed not gray, not violet, but blinding nuclear white. The energy traveled through her. It passed to the next child. And the next. Fifty children lit up like a string of Christmas lights. They channeled the nuclear fire. They didn't keep it. They pushed it down. Through their legs. Through the roots growing from their toes. Into the earth. THE SUPER BLOOM The ground jumped. It wasn't an earthquake. It was a growth spurt. The soil of the farmyard salted, muddy, and dead suddenly cracked open. Green light erupted from the fissures. The energy Leo had swallowed was pure radiation. Radiation is poison to humans. But to the Green... to t

Glass stained red and hues of green staring back at Clay in the form of a delicate rose. "Oh just head on in, I'll be back in a minute with the gift for your father." Clay opened his mouth to question the man, but as he turned, James was already gone. Empty air grasping at where the chairman's presence was just welcomed. The door pulled open with a startlingly loud creak, and Clay's body grew stiff in the doorway. With fingers still pressed firmly around the handle, the brunette cast his gaze over the room filled to the brim with flourishing green leaves and sparks of color. Everywhere he looked- even in the dark shadows of the area-life brimmed in the tall fortress of plants held alive with

I gave a shy smile and took the ring, held his hand in mine, and slid it down on his finger. “I want people to know you’re taken too. I thought it looked nice with the green emerald as you always say you love my green eyes. They say green represents growth and renewal, being the color of spring and rebirth. The gold represents divinity and power.” I finished and he gazed at it for a while.