Green Mantle Book Novels & Stories

"This was the kingdom of Agressi, home of the Menieko, they are the best in making healing potions and creating medicines and even poisons. No one could match their ability atleast none in the past years since this world was created. But you can never ask help from them. They trust only themselves and they didn't really want anything to do with other races." The picture was familiar. Yes how could I forget? That was the first odd thing I've seen since I got lost in this world. The green creatures. "The last one was Limaya, a dark forest. Apparently, details were limited. No one would ever try to pay a visit unless necessary. It's deadly, let's settle to that. It was said that every creature,

"Fine, sorry." The purple stone catches the light, glowing with a deep, inner fire. The silver chain is freezing, just like the book's clasp, but the pages themselves are starting to radiate a strange heat. It feels like the book is breathing. It is alive in a way that makes the hair on my arms stand up. Sombra pads over to me, her blue eyes fixed on the jewelry. "What is the plan?" "I think I have to touch them together." I take a shaky breath and lower the amethyst pendant onto the center of the blank page. The room goes dead silent. The air feels thick, like I am underwater. I can see dust floating in the sunlight, but the particles are not moving. Everything is frozen.

The paper-mulch in the cradle began to steam, the bronze heat of our old stories rising through the willow ribs to wrap around the stem like a protective sheath of light. From the center of the dark soil, a shoot erupted—not white like the data-vines of Sector One, and not gray like the soot-vines of the Deep Tiers. It was a rich, deep copper-green, its bark formed from layers of compressed text that had been stripped of their alignment, its leaves unfolding like small, blank scrolls that rustled in the wind with the sound of turning pages. "The Library," Mia whispered, waking from her shelter to run toward the ridge, her bare feet kicking up the white chalk dust of our boundary.

It's as if my body turns to smoke when her fingers come into contact with me. "Weird. That doesn't happen at my mom's," I whisper, and a hissing sound erupts from Melanie's mouth. I jump back on instinct alone, and Melanie roars. The scenery around me simultaneously changes, and I gasp. The green field and gentle breeze are nowhere in sight. Instead, all I can see for miles is scorched earth and grey skies. "What is this place," I whisper in a terrified voice. "This is my home, you stupid beast," a harsh voice from beside me snaps, and I jump away.

So I changed into something comfortable and made my way through the pack house, quietly asking a servant where the library was. They pointed me toward a wide hallway that opened into a massive room with floor-to-ceiling shelves. Heaven. I ran my fingers along the spines until I found the catalogue I was searching for. About healing, herbs, magic, even old texts about elemental connections. I picked a green book, titled “The Gift of Nature: Ancient Healing Powers and Their Origins.” I tucked it under my arm and slipped outside to the gardens. The fresh air was calming, and the rustle of leaves gave me a strange sort of peace.

I ask, the memory of my blood falling on the stone's face and what came after it. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. Saying that I have been led to believe that… certain shifters who hold genes close to the gods, powerful DNA, can access the power or magic those stones hold.” “Like a Grimalkin?” He purses his lips, pale eyes narrowing on me, “Like a Grimalkin,” he confirms. Abner tosses the small black book at me and I easily catch it. It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages.

They shared a secret heavier than any magic. They lowered into the clouds, and then below them, the world changed. The mist parted. Below was not more rock, but a canopy of green so vivid it hurt the eyes after the grey stone. A valley, hidden in the mountain’s deepest embrace, untouched by frost or fire. A river like a silver thread glittered through its center. The Last Green Place. Their feet touched soft, mossy earth. The air was warm and sweet with the smell of living things. The silence here was not empty, but full,the buzz of insects, the distant call of a bird, the rustle of leaves.

POV: Elena The basement of the Pharmacy block was silent, save for the rhythmic, digital chirp of the New Management’s wrist-projector. I stood in the center of the room, my hand still pressed against the warm, vibrating surface of the Grounding Stone. The "red" energy was no longer a fire in my veins; it was a steady, humming baseline, like the low notes of a cello played deep in the earth.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Book Two: The Green Dawn Chapter 201: The World Without Names The sunrise was unlike any Ama had ever seen. It wasn't silver. It wasn't gold. It wasn't blue. It was green. Not the green of forests. Not the green of spring. Something deeper. The color of possibility before it became reality. Ama stood upon the great leaf as it drifted gently downward. The tiny green sprout still rested in her palm.

His skin bore the texture of polished wood, veins etched like roots, and his eyes glowed faintly green. “You can’t step in unless you’re magical,” he said, his voice deep and slow, like the groan of old branches in wind. “We can’t pay?” I asked, unsure whether this was a warning or a test. He shook his head. “No. Only those with magic or those who carry magic may enter Velmora. Gold cannot buy what is sacred.” Zevarion and I exchanged a glance, confused and unsure, until I remembered. Without a word, I reached into my cloak and drew out the living book. The moment its leather cover caught the light, it pulsed faintly in my hands, alive with a quiet energy.