Nature Novel Novels & Stories

His mind was more refreshed now, no longer languid and lethargic now that he was out of the Heaven's Bane's domain of influence. "So, Heaven's Bane, eh?" he mused. The name still sounded ludicrous to him. A tad silly even. Only a child could ever come up with something as ridiculous as vanquishing the rule of the Natural Law. The Natural Law is not a dictator or a tyrant that oppresses all mortal beings. It was the most supreme set of laws that governed Nature and everything in it, such as the coming and passing of seasons and the growing and wilting of plants and flowers. It was absurd to think that one could wield enough power to overthrow the rule of the Natural Law, no matter who that en

It's a symphony of nature, where every element harmonizes to compose a visual masterpiece. Our vacation house stands as a haven nestled against the backdrop of New Zealand's natural beauty. A charming abode, it boasts a rustic exterior, adorned with vines that seem to dance in harmony with the gentle breeze. As I step inside, the interior unfolds like a storybook, revealing a cozy atmosphere that welcomes us with open arms.

The way the ground responded to each step—too soft in places, too sharp in others, like the earth hadn’t made up its mind what it wanted to be. At one point, we stopped before a fallen log. The bark glistened like ice, but when Nathan tapped it with the hilt of his dagger, it burst into flame. He jumped back, swearing. “That’s it. I’ve seen weird. This is… this is next-level weird.” Luca stepped beside him, brows drawn low. “This isn’t natural. It’s like the elements are confused.” “No,” I said quietly. “They’re not confused. They're just guarded.”

The blades were shot through with threads of starlight-iron, glowing with a soft, pulsing emerald light that matched the rhythm of a human pulse. "The atmospheric oxygen levels are spiking," Nathaniel reported, his voice no longer metallic but rich with a new, grounding vitality. He was standing on the bridge, his hands buried in a tray of soil he had brought up from the root-chambers. The dirt was humming. "Emma, the 'Wild' isn't a separate energy anymore. It’s a Nutrient. The humans, the shifters, the trees—we’re all eating from the same table now. The distinction between the 'Flesh' and the 'Magic' is dissolving into a single, unified biology."

“I…I do not even know how to explain.” Scarlett looked outside the window. On all sides, she could see the sunny beach of the base, not what was happening on the outside of her apartment in the real world. She had not thought about this being a disadvantage until now. “What’s wrong?” Lee set down his cards as he spoke. “Nature is mutating. There are trees and plants everywhere, growing off walls and doors. The government scientists are saying that it is as a result of the bodies everywhere but that explanation makes no sense.”

The scent of damp earth, pine, and distant blooming wildflowers filled her lungs, a stark contrast to the stale, recycled air of city buildings. “Hmmm, this is truly living,” she sighed ecstatically, stretching languidly, her muscles protesting softly before relaxing. She turned her face towards the sunbeam, reveling in its gentle warmth. “What a contrast to those big cities. This is breathtaking, genuine, untamed nature. And the air, it’s so gloriously unpolluted.” Her friends slowly began to stir from their deep slumber, blinking against the encroaching light. They instinctively raised hands to shield their eyes from the sunbeam, groaning softly as they adjusted to the new day.

The golden era in Novus Aetheria was not a volatile phenomenon, but a manifesto our collective work. We had created a place where the unmistakable, metallic cold of the Old World through the warm, pulsating heart of a new Ecosystem has been replaced. But perfection in architecture, even in such a way natural as ours, always carries the germ of the unpredictable. The Jungle, who once surrounded our settlement like a protective wall, had himself changed. He was no longer just the glaring green that we through our interventions in

Necromancy was unnatural so nature was sure to put up a fight. Strange! No lack of air or strange weather. Maybe nature wanted this. "...Hear my beckoning and step into the light." This time nature fought back. The greens surrounding me turned black. Nature was snuffing life out of its creation. Being a creature of the divine mother herself, I dropped to the floor literally feeling the life in need gradually draining. It became a huge task to breathe and it worsened. Nature wasn't going to let the abominable repeat itself. Just when I thought it was over for me, Nature gave up the fight.

There even appeared to be some wildlife. “I can see why you voted Yes on this cruiser,” ze told Freya. “You’ve got some kind of paradise fetish.” “What can I say - we’ve got plenty of guns, but not enough green,” she replied. The two of them walked forward, away from the apartments and towards the vast park. The smell of nature hit their noses as they crossed over into it, and both their bodies relaxed instinctively. Despite the tensions they had gone through during this cycle, being in the sheer presence of such earthliness lightened them considerably.

Creed felt euphoria blooming inside his mind as the mild scent of wisteria invaded his nostrils. Colt was impressed by the glittering elegance the frontal yard. As they moved further on the path, they saw several flowers they had never seen before. With each step he could feel the serenity and grandeur sinking through their hearts. The beauty of the yard stood out so much, because they had only seen this kind of lavish greenery only in simulated media and tv shows. In the world full of gadgets and machines, humanity has left a major contact with nature. In fact, they rarely get a chance to be surrounded with such fascinating touch of nature.