Nature The Book Novels & Stories

I never got the chance to make it happen, but they’ve given it to me. The HawkThorne brothers. These flawed, handsome, but incredibly loving men. I wonder if they know how much they’ve saved me. I look down, leaning over the balloon’s edge to admire the view beneath me. The grass and the tall trees are evergreen and fresh. This is why I love nature. It is beautiful, ethereal to say the least. It heals and calms you. It reminds you of the beauty, all the beauty in the world. I can feel all of it.

The vivid green grasses were scattered on the ground, and this place has the freshest air ever. I breathe heavily, letting the oxygen pump inside my lungs. The ground was clean and I sat near the river, leaning my back on the bark of the tree. My back tends to ache when I don’t have something to lean on. That’s why in my life, I tend to lean on my brothers. I pulled the book from my tote bag. Before I open it from where the bookmark was placed, I gulped water to refresh myself. Then I started reading. …

I don’t either. Humans are selfish dripped in needs and greed and they are willing to achieve while breaking the rules that made themselves. On the other hand nature never does anything like that. Nature never does cruel things to anyone as it’s always humans who does that. They inflict nature with toxicity as they are filled with it. They want to ruin everything believing that they own every piece of this land but it’s a lie they live in. This world doesn’t belong to them as the nature was already present here. It has its existence way before us. It own this world and every stone in it but we human beings are just like Israel who has conquered the homeland of Palestinian and now they just w

But anytime I touched the white pot, I could feel something trembling across my skin. Power. Nix’s voice jolted me from the pot. I had focused solely on the seed that she and Megan had faded. “How did I connect with nature?” I think when we were chasing it; it was playful and stayed away, making you work harder. But the goddess gave you this outlet. One your mind would comprehend. Megan stepped forward and nudged the pot. “Why?” Because she has need of us. Nix’s answer was swift and terrifying.

The air still carried the scent of smoke and fearfulness. Each breath taken was covered with memories of the Purge—the smoke that remains, the sting of betrayal, the metallic taste of blood. Lydia moved softly through the landscape like a slender flexible structure, her bare feet made no sound, her wolf vibrating beneath her skin. The forest had transformed; it no longer had that feeling of energy. Instead, it softly called her name.

The dust flakes fell off with every littlest touch. ”I’ve never seen anything like this before,” I said In awe as I carefully glazed over the first page. The words were written in beautiful calligraphy and some were harder to read. Along with the corners of the page, there were faded drawings of a brach that reached around the center and entwined in the middle. A paragraph that hadn't faded much read, ’As she walks on thorns and grass alike A balance of nature must align For the dark they serve of light beware

His constant questions and boyish behaviour made him seem a few years younger and I loved the little glimpse I got of the real Jasper. “Why did you bring me along, Jas?” I asked with a teasing smirk and he rolled his eyes. “Touche.” he mumbled and gestured to the book, “well, let’s see what your wolfy senses say.” Shaking my head at him, the smile never dropped from my face as I began reading. *** “Amidst the shadows of nature, the wolves were finally home.” Several hours and countless books later, the final piece of the puzzle fell into place, “The shadows of nature refers to the forest.” I looked at him as he rummaged through the pile of books in search of a particular picture.

I left my phone at home. Frogs croaked in the distance. It had rained quite heavily last night and the atmosphere was still damp. I finally slipped out of my bike when I got to a rough and stony path, as I continued to wheel down the path. "All you need is a clearing. Doesn't have to be in the woods. It can be on a hill, a mountain or the sorts. Just somewhere you are surrounded by nature and can be alone." The book had said and I was planning on following it.

They saw the ebb and flow of life, the cycles of growth and transformation, and the infinite possibilities that lay within the embrace of the natural world. Emily extended her paw toward the sphere, a tingling sensation coursing through her veins. "We are but a small part of this vast cosmic tapestry, yet we have the power to shape our own destinies. We are connected to the stars, to the ancient wisdom of the forest, and to the beating heart of this lake."

The Prince still didn’t know whose account to believe; because both made sense, even though none explained why the cries of the rooster did not continue deep into the day, when the sun bathed the earth with its yellow shower. Tales, Children’s bluff, at least now he was an adult, those curiosities about how thing evolved, about why the sun was golden and the moon was blue—even though they are akin from the same mother, the sky—those curiosities were all but the fleeting mirage of smoke. Over the passing moons, he had grown to accept nature the way she is. He had learned to thank the designer of the universes, for nurturing such order in grace so incomprehensible. Nature is so wonderful and b