Novel Seeds Novels & Stories

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.

Inside was not a weapon, or a plan, or even a promise—it was a spool of dental floss, two cracked plastic spoons, a withered chunk of honeycomb, and what looked like a child’s drawing: a map of the city, every sector marked with an X, each X circled with growing, radiating whorls. “Seeds,” whispered Mira, and opened her hand. In her palm lay the hard, black shapes of apple and pear and plum. “The old kind. Not registered.” Elena stared. “You can’t—there’s no dirt, nothing will—” Mira laughed, just once. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not for now. It’s for later. For the ones after.” She reached out and tucked the blue ribbon behind Elena’s ear. “This is how we win. Not by fighting. By staying. By gro

】 【Wow, a little romance on the rooftop. Kane looked curious too, but didn’t ask—he just watched. I placed the basin on the ground, then pulled out a bag from somewhere. Opening it, I poured in a mix of seeds—various shapes and colors. “Seeds?” Kane asked. “Mm,” I replied. “Herbs?” Kane leaned over to take a closer look, but he couldn’t tell what kind of seeds they were. I shook my head. “No, these are vegetable seeds. I want to grow vegetables on the balcony.”

Inside was a single, glowing silver seed. "What the hell is that?" Kaelor asked, peering over his shoulder. "The Seed of the World-Tree. It’s a biological computer, Kaelor. It can manage the planet’s water and soil without needing a human host. It was his backup plan. He knew he was going crazy."

In the dying poppies, I saw sorrow and farewell. And yet beneath it all, in the ground were groups of new seeds eager to be born, their sprouts already pushing against the soil. The fire could do its devilish dance above and reign sorrow on the plants, but the seeds were straining to release their new generation. The flames’ triumph was just a part of the cycle, and ultimately they would end their victory dance amid the new growth. “Oh, Chloe,” I said as proud tears ran down my cheeks. “It’s magnificent.”

One of them hissed low, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs—something no human should have. “Who are you…?” I barely managed to speak. One of the men stepped forward. His nails grew into claws in an instant—sharp as blades. His voice was deep, distorted, like an echo from a dark abyss. “The seed inside you... it must be destroyed.” Thump. ***

Heavy snow seemed destined to fall soon. The traitorous Elder looked down at the seeds in his hand, then he turned toward his servants and without hesitation, he began issuing orders... One by one, the black seeds were distributed; sent throughout the cities, sent throughout the villages, sent throughout the Packs, like a disease quietly spreading through the kingdom. And not a single soul knew what was coming. The last place the traitorous Elder needed to plant the seeds was the palace itself, that task proved far more difficult, the palace was heavily guarded, and gaining access to Lucien was nearly impossible.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Book Two: The Green Dawn Chapter 211: The Child Who Chose The white seed rose through the living roots. Past the underground rivers. Past the ancient chambers. Past the upside-down forest. It emerged beneath the emerald sky. The people in the nameless city looked up in wonder. The tiny seed drifted silently. It carried no light of its own. Instead... It reflected the light within every heart it passed. Some saw it as silver.

A text. "Ella. I've done the preliminary assessment on the seeds from Dara's family." A pause. "They're not missing pieces of the seven. They're something different. Something I don't have a category for." Another pause. "They're what the seven become after seven generations of coevolving in living ground rather than a sealed box." I look at the text. I look at Dominic still playing the piano. At Lucia's hand. "What do you mean?" I text. The botanist's response takes ninety seconds.

"She’s the key. The one who can break the curse. The solution we have been looking for. If you have a child with her, that child will carry power like no other. It will make you the strongest Alpha to ever live." He stopped and looked at me hard. "Kian, that girl is your goldmine...our gold mine . You must let go of any distraction. I have big plans for you. But you must do this first." I swallowed hard. My mouth felt dry. "But how are you sure it's even her?" I asked. He paced the room, his fingers slowly rubbing his chin, then he finally spoke, "the seer had already seen it, and all the signs during her transformation were what he had pointed out."