Little Mushroom Novel Novels & Stories

Eris warned, her voice sharp with alarm. I explained that the edibility of mushrooms depended entirely on their preparation. Eris, despite her skepticism, helped me gather the mushrooms. We found a plentiful supply. Nearby, I discovered a small pond teeming with lotus plants. I instructed Eris to collect the seeds. I could make a sweet soup for the children. With our foraging baskets full, we returned to the house. Eris's apprehension was clear. "Aren't we going to get sick? Or poisoned?"

Alec nods in agreement, his eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. The stars are visible here, shining down on us like tiny diamonds scattered across the sky. It's peaceful, in a way that makes me forget about the dangers lurking in this pocket dimension. As I bend down to take a drink, I notice something strange farther down the bank on our side of the stream. It looks like a small cluster of mushrooms, but they're glowing with a soft, pulsing light. Without even touching the water, I straighten back up. "Hey, Alec," I say, pointing at the mushrooms. "What do you make of those?"

Above the clearing, where the girl and her mentor settled down to rest, a sweet mushroom spirit floated. The student smiled as she stirred the stew. Kleskh was not picky, but he did not like mushrooms - passion. And precisely because he hated them to the point of mental inversion, the girl deliberately kept a handful of dried mushrooms at the bottom of her shoulder pad. Kref grew up on the shores of the Evil Sea. They did not know and did not eat mushrooms there. Therefore, he could mutter two turns about these "slugs" and never repeat himself. The girl chuckled, foreseeing how the mentor would burst out, returning from the forest to the parking lot.

**Elizabeth's POV** * I was planning to run back to the pack house to treat the wound when I had a nosebleed. However, my nosebleed stopped halfway through the run. Also, I found a large group of mushrooms that were growing very well. They could feed me and Carolina for at least two days. I decided to pick the mushrooms first before going back. I returned to the pack house with a basket full of mushrooms, and as I got closer, I thought I saw a strange man communicating with Carolina.

I couldn’t help but stare, at how her nose crinkled, how her lips moved slightly as she read under her breath. “You like risotto?” she asked, finally glancing up. “Sure,” I said. “As long as it doesn’t have fake cheese that tastes like wet cardboard.” She gasped, clearly offended, “That’s nutritional yeast, and it’s amazing.” “Right,” I drawled, “Amazing like duct tape on pasta.” She laughed harder this time, and for a moment, she didn’t look scared or small. And I... I just wanted to keep her laughing. Even if it meant suffering through mushroom risotto with whatever the hell nutritional yeast was.

Josephine’s POV Scooping up a portion of the sizzling mushroom sauce on the gas cooker, I poured it on my hand and quickly lapped it up, before it could trickle down to the floor. I hummed in utter satisfaction as the perfect blend of spices and vegetables in the sauce, soaked into my tongue, leaving a delectable taste behind. To think today was the first time ever that I was making mushroom sauce, and I'd really outdid myself with it. Just then, the sound of footsteps approaching, drifted into my line of hearing, causing me to smile subconsciously.

Cara shivered despite the mild weather. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” I said quietly, kneeling beside a moss-covered log. “But right now, let’s focus on finding these mushrooms. Theo’s wife needs them, and that’s something concrete we can actually do to help.” “There!” Cara suddenly exclaimed, pointing to a cluster of pale, delicate fungi growing at the base of a nearby oak tree. “Moonflake mushrooms!” I moved closer, examining them carefully. Sure enough, in the dappled shade, they had that characteristic faint blue luminescence.

It wasn't until she noticed the strange book tucked away in the corner that she was able to distract herself from her thoughts. "I almost missed one," she whispered. As she walked over to it, she noticed that its cover was worn, and it seemed to emit a faint glow that caught her attention. Maybe it's how the moon perfectly acted as its own spotlight that made it seem so glowy, but it's not just that. She somehow felt a little hint of amusement as she stared at it. As she approached the book, she saw the shinny title written on it, Lunaria, and she couldn't help but be intrigued. The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive.

the journalist asked curiously. "Yes, it's called 'Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire'," Luna revealed with a smile, subtly bringing the interview to a close.

“You look like you’re from Niju! I didn’t realize it when you had arrived but now that I can see your face closer, I could really tell. You are, aren’t you?” I didn’t even manage to utter a response before she had all but grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the pots. One had a viscous white liquid, the other had a smooth brown colored liquid in it. From the smell, I knew that the first one was probably mushroom soup. The other one smelled kind of sour, it reminded me of one of those exotic fruits that were being sold in Laguna.