Little Mushroom Book Novels & Stories

He silently prayed that the mother and father in the arms of their God would protect the big sister. Unknown to the worried pair of children at the back of the tent. Sol Ming took a lot of mushrooms that she dug out yesterday and was thrown by the big guy somewhere because it was not to be eaten. After scanning the unknown and wild mushroom by the system, Sol Ming is informed it is the same as the wild type of mushroom from Country P. It wasn't deadly. It is a hundred-percent edible mushroom that can be eaten. Sol Ming has already an impression, so she will cook it along with the shrimps.

she says before pulling a thick black book and walking back towards me. She scans the pages for a bit, and I try to see what she’s seeing, only to find the book written in that same odd alphabet as on the Keep’s door. A small frown suddenly furrows her brow. “Do you remember the color of those mushrooms?” “Blood red with yellow and black pustules,” I say. “It gave me a bad feeling the second I saw them.”

grumbled a mushroom that suddenly sprouted hands to smooth out its cap. "I’m so sorry! Does it hurt?" "Never mind! I see you really are clueless. Go to the treehouse over there. You can ask the elves who live there how to fly," the mushroom said. "Thank you! Erm... what’s your name?" Plop! The fungus burrowed back into the earth, leaving only a still mushroom cap blooming above the ground. "Wow... so that’s how they live? How fascinating!" I looked back at the road, relieved to find a neatly kept path. I walked on, my stomach beginning to growl with hunger and my throat parched with thirst.

Leo barked. She jumped, blinking at her brother. She clutched her book to her chest and moved three chairs down. Disgust boiled in my gut. They were awful. Chanel settled in her chair triumphantly. No one said a thing so I went about finishing my job. “Here take the mushrooms. I don’t know why that cook insists on bringing them.”

It was a perfect combination of so many different colours- red, white, blue, yellow, splattered all over the place. It brought peace to me, this place. It was the only place I felt a little at peace in the mansion. With the basket I found lying around in the kitchen, I headed straight for the mushrooms I spotted from inside Alpha Damon's room. I loved mushrooms, partly because of how they tasted and partly because I knew how to identify the poisonous kind. It felt good to possess uncommon knowledge. I walked through the garden, my eyes sifting through the numerous mushrooms just sitting there. Anything with a shade of red on it was probably poisonous so I avoided that. With time I feared tha

Second Meeting: Next Day Scholar Li starts off the conversation, "After further experiments and research, there is no doubt that the mushroom poison is similar to that of the poisonous needles. Amatoxin-containing mushrooms. I have compared both the needle and the mushroom's symptoms based on a small dosage on myself." "Yourself?" I say, "Is that alright?" I-Is that why he is walking like a crab today?

Theresa looked closely at him and noticed that he was eating a mushroom. She squatted and examined him with interest as she looked at his transparent head which seemed to contain an image of the galaxy with millions of stars and nine balls which might be the nine planets rotating around a bigger orb which she guessed was the sun and was the major source of the light shining in its head. It was like the creature had the entire universe in its transparent large head.

Lusie fall in thinking of fear. In a summer camp just outside that town, people were having fun. Some were playing volleyball, some were swimming, some were gossiping with friends or family members standing or sitting on benches. Children were moving here and there. All were in fancy dresses. Deisy with her friends Zen and others were having some food sitting surrounding a table. They were talking loudly and laughing and poking each other.

Although Lime was great at detecting and charming monsters, it was still rather weak, and Zen did not want to learn about the consequences of losing his pet. The forest bully looked rather tacky with those sunglasses, weird patterned veil and colourful wings that gave Zen a headache. These variant mushrooms were different from their vicious lady counterparts. If anything, they reminded Zen of hornets with how they used their jagged-edged veils to pierce through the soft puffball flesh. “Skree!”

It’s not a particularly good smell—no one would make a cologne out of it—but it eases my chest and makes me feel languid and weightless, like I’m floating in space. I’m hardly paying attention as Justus takes all the books out of the crate to get a hardback at the very bottom. I hadn’t noticed it earlier. It’s an old children’s book. Thumbelina. The fabric cover is threadbare in places, and the gold embossed lettering is tarnished. I remember the story vaguely from the early years at Moon Lake Academy. It’s a human fairy tale.