Green Sharingan Novels & Stories

Chapter 117 – The Green Star’s Embrace A soft breeze stirred the nexus, carrying the scent of earth and blooming vines, a stark contrast to the sterile voids of past battles. Jessica stood on a path woven from living roots, their surfaces pulsing with emerald light under the glow of the green star. Its radiance was warm, inviting, yet it prickled her senses, stirring the hollowness in her chest where her spark once burned. The golden glow of her will held firm after defeating Vorath’s hunger, but the green star’s whisper—“You weave with strength, but I weave with life. Come, Jessica, and grow with me”—felt like a hand extended, not a blade drawn. Yet its warmth hid a shadow she couldn’t igno

He touches it slightly and seems to understand he's going to die of blood loss soon. “You Dishonorable beasts” he spits, raising his sword, “may the god of the green bless me” “What did he just say?” Celeste gasps. “May the earth accept me” “What is it, Celeste?” I ask. “May my foes be Tribute to the green” “He's no ordinary human!,” she mutters, “check his aura, what does it look like?” I immediately check and all I see is green. Bright beautiful green shining from him, digging into the earth and seeping into the trees.

Emma smirked as she landed lithely on her feet. “Now, it’s going to get good. Gaisreen have auras based on their power. The darker the aura, the more powerful the person is. Ems had the same color aura as him, which was unheard of since he was one of the originals. They’re both extremely brutal. Prepare yourselves,” Nae said, nodding back to Emma.

They were vanishing. "Sir?" the skiff’s pilot asked, his voice trembling. "The 'De-Authorization' signal... it’s being redirected. The city isn't dying. It’s... it’s evolving. We’ve lost the neural-link. The 'Green-Ghost' is no longer a proprietary asset. It’s... it’s gone Open-Source." Harlan closed the ledger, his face a mask of pale fury. He looked down at the green-and-obsidian jewel of Neo-Tokyo, which was now glowing with a defiant, unbreakable light.

This also made many assassins from all over the world flock to it. The second was the pharmaceuticals developed by the Greensource Corp. According to rumors, they had developed drugs that could directly boost a Sanctuary level expert to that of a pre-Emperor level.

He leapt to his feet with a cry of excitement, practically jumping up and down as he applauded my entrance with vigor. “Magnificent!!” he exclaimed. “Oh, Mistress; I daresay this one makes up for your embarrassment with the child earlier, and perhaps even for the other girl’s disobedience. I said it before, and I’ll say it now: this young man has the finest of forms. I should very much like to be the first to take up your suggestion of a more… closer inquiry.” “That isn’t fair!” snapped Guren, rising also to his feet. “You can’t just steal away a promise made to all of us and keep it for yourself!”

Soheila came back as she forgot what she needs to do before leaving with the Green Gold Grape. “it's back! It's back again!” Soheila had her Invisible Cloak on that's why no one could see her. She plucked out one Green Gold Grape and took out a Recovery Pill for spirit beast. Soheila told Firezha to move closer and she looked at the injured Black Leopard. Tears flood down to its eyes as it looks at the Green Gold Grape that was floating in the air. Firezha loudly cried when humans were about to come towards them.

With a thought, small and delicate silver swords began to grow slowly out of each of his left and right palms. The small swords slowly rotated with strange ripples. When the small swords were complete, they suddenly trembled slightly, and then from the tip of the sword to the hilt, they were dyed green and turned into grass! The thriving vitality was splashed on the grass. "Spring Sword Intent!" Ding Hao had mastered the "Spring Sword Intent."

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.

Her green skin was glowing in the sun. "Bind him!" Maya commanded. The Green Children positioned on the rooftops surrounding the lawn—reacted. They pushed their hands into the buildings. GROW. Massive roots erupted from the sewers. Vines the size of suspension cables shot out from the ruined gardens. They lashed out at the Architect. They wrapped around his ankles. They coiled around his chest. The Architect stopped. He looked down at the greenery entangling him. "WEEDS," he scoffed.