Green Covers Novels & Stories

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

"You look as though you're almost done." "I am..." She twists wire through one end, then the other, "... but it takes two to hang them up. You take that end, I'll take this. Onto the stepladders and we'll snag them onto those hooks over the fire. The swag drapes over the hearth atop the mirror. It smells of resin and winter and... and... Does green have a smell? It does. Green smells like that swag. It smells of the Winter festival when, for as long as people have gathered in the dark of the year, they have brought nature and the Spring indoors as a reminder that soon, the light will return.

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

They are such a deep green that it startles me to hiccup. “I promise, I would spend the rest of my life showing it to you instead.”

Midnight was in control, and I couldn’t hold her back. “Clay…” I moaned, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that we were wrapped in the most beautiful shade of forest green. I looked into his eyes, and they were the same colour as the aura that wrapped around us, intensifying everything that we were doing. I felt myself melting away, realising the colours stood for different elements and knowing instinctively which elements they stood for. But that wasn’t what was on my mind. My mind was blank, filled with pleasure as he brushed through all the right parts and hit the right spot.

"Excuse me?" She slowly came forward and I noticed her eyes were a green, almost the same shade as mine. She lifted her hands to her mouth, tears filled her eyes and I noticed she was shaking. I glanced confusedly at Amaya to find her glaring at the small woman in front of us.

The pavement we crossed to it was highly decorated with pretty roses, green to be very specific. "Green roses, huh?" I chirped. "Yes, green is my favorite … it's like a symbol of peace and tranquility" The greenhouse shone outstandingly as the sunlight pierced through the glass, and the plants glittered beautifully in it. I gasped in awe, and I swear I could see George from the corner of my eye give a weird smile, like he knew I'd love it. As I stepped inside, it felt like I had crossed into another world filled with warmth, humidity, and rich scent that smelled like mother earth… a jungle, a distinct pretty garden preferably.

"It's a Coca-Cola ad, Cale. It's designed to be aggressive." "And the trees," Cale continued, shifting his gaze to the blur of the forest lining the highway. "Green. But not just green. There are variations. Olive. Emerald. A dark, brownish green that looks like decay." "That's called nature." "It is overwhelming," Cale whispered. "The data input. Before, it was just grey shapes. Now, every leaf has a frequency." "Does it hurt?" Elion asked, concern creeping into his voice. "No. It feels... loud. But a good loud. Like an orchestra tuning up."