Seed Wing Novels & Stories

Chapter 15. Cordelia, Anita, Donald and Sofia were sitting together and discussing how they could get counter measures for the ants. "If only we could just get bug spray. This would have been so much easier." Anita sighed as she made a frustrated expression. She was the most frustrated even though she wasn't exactly doing anything to help solve the problem at the moment, but she just hated sitting down in one place with nothing to do. She wasn't the critical thinker type, she just preferred action.

I looked at Mark and Helen, who looked completely at ease. Kaya mind linked me again. "You know what surprise Kimi, Len, and Saka brought me?" "When did they give you a gift." "The day we went to the city. They said they had a gift for me. Do you want to know what it was?" "I think you want to tell me." "They planted some Sheesh seeds. They have to germinate during the winter, but come spring, they will sprout, and we can have our own stash of Sheesh." I smiled. I know she liked to smoke the stuff in the evenings. Hell, I liked it too.

She throws her hair over her shoulder and winks, “Of course I know that. Now what?” I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, “I convince this plant to grow.” Her eyebrows raise almost to her hairline but she remains silent, letting me work. Placing my fingertips lightly in the soil I close my eyes and connect to the root of the plant, ‘Hi there, I know your life has just begun but someone important is in trouble and I really need you to grow.’ I wait and feel for the heartbeat of the plant, a flower called Xion. It’s pale blue with silver tips and looks very similar to a lily. Moment’s pass and I finally feel the heartbeat, faint but there. It becomes stronger as the plant starts to grow

Sofia whispered, her head falling back as the blue cracks on her skin began to glow with a soft, stabilizing emerald light. The other children moved in, forming a wide circle around Sofia and Nomo. They joined hands, their small bodies glowing with a collective resonance that defied the oily blackness of the sky. It wasn't the violent, explosive power of the Sovereign; it was the quiet, stubborn strength of the root. They were the "Seeded," and they were anchoring the sky.

She looked strained, her jaw set in a line of grim determination. ​“The earth doesn’t want to let go, but the sky is pulling too hard,” Winnie whispered, her voice echoing with the strange, doubled quality of the Landlord. “The Aerostatic Seed is reacting to the death of the Flagship. It thinks it needs to return to the stars. It is trying to go home, Silas.”

And to everyone’s surprise, he answered. “A flame. Not a tree. A force to protect us, not bind us. We can’t afford another Mira. Or another Saris.” “And what if it could be both?” Ari asked softly. “A flame within a tree. Power rooted in purpose. Fire fed by connection not conquest.” Vael looked away. But he didn’t walk out. On the seventh day after planting, the seed sprouted. Not with leaves but light. A single stalk of translucent energy rose from the soil, spiralling gently upward like a wisp of breath.

I gave a wink and exits. "She's weird. I don't know why you like her" I heard Maya saying. "For the same reason," Aarish replied with a smile... … I got to the jungle through the old building. There is something about that building that feels kind of odd. My parents and teachers are very strict about going there, so strict that we are supposed to not even going near it. It used to be a girls' lavatory. I go there every Monday and Friday, I

His face goes white. “That’s how it started,” he says. “The first time. It called me Father. I thought it was a gift.” The Tree groans above us. The whole keep shudders. Rowan bursts in, laptop dead in his hand. “EMP. Local. Just fried everything in a hundred-yard radius.” “Silas?” Draven barks. “No,” Rowan says. “Under us.” The seed cracks. A single green shoot pushes out of the black shell. Not wheat. Not Tree. Something new. Leaves edged in silver.

sophisticated storage vessels that utilized resonance rather than data to preserve information. "They aren't from the mountain, Muna," I whispered, my voice a soft, melodic baritone. I reached out and touched the largest seed, my Amethyst Scalpel resonance acting as a gentle "Diagnostic Key". "They are a gift from the Star Seeders. They have traveled across the intergalactic void to find the White Wolf’s garden."

When I arrived on Viðey, I barely recognized the core. The bloom had grown again—not in size, but in presence. We went even deeper this time. Below the geothermal vents. Into something I couldn’t name. She led me into a cavern lit with a soft, star-like glow. At its center: a tree. Not made of bark or leaf—but crystal and memory. It pulsed with knowledge. Every branch held a pod—soft, glowing, humming with encoded life. “What is this?” I asked. “The seed library,” Lyra said.