Seed Wing Novels & Stories

She began. "They say it keeps a baby in the womb firm and healthy even during hard times...like the mama had an accident or something. I don't really know because I don't read so well, but, we don't have much of an option. I harvested the seeds after I found out that you were pregnant. Just in case..." Lyra bit her lips, staring at the weird-looking seed, "Do you think it will work...?" Bami looked unsure, "I don't really know, Lyra, but I can't just send you to the lion's den unprepared."

It looked dull at first, but when he channeled a thread of wind energy into it, it pulsed faintly with cold, pale blue light. “This is a Storm Seed from my sect,” he murmured, eyes never leaving the runed seal. “It’ll generate a small energy fluctuation, similar to an external breach attempt. Just enough to trigger Valerius’ personal ward… but not enough to alert the entire valley.” He paused briefly, glancing back at Rayden. “This bait is for him alone.”

“What? How the hell am I going to prove that I'm pregnant? Or…do you really want to get me pregnant?!” “What? No! Calm down,” he whispered, his gaze scanning the crowd. “I’ve got a plan.” He reached into his pocket, revealing a small, brown seed in his palm. I stared at it, repulsed. “That’s disgusting. What is it?” He chuckled. “It’s an herbal seed. It’ll give you temporary sickness similar to pregnancy—it’s totally harmless, I swear. My friend, Jamie Glenn is a genius. He made it and he uses it often to avoid school.”

SWEET-16 is considered an armored flight vehicle by national standards. It has a thin metal alloy for its exterior, and thick fabric panels for its interior. There are offensive and defensive mechanisms attached to the aircraft like the plasmic EMP barrier (for repelling thunders and sun flares), bomb assemblies and small firearm mounts. SWEET-16 stands for Sky Wings Embedding Etherial Technology, with the number as the successful prototype count of the said flight vehicle. It runs on Etherial fuel, an easily melted mineral deposit harvested under the sands of Ham Desert.

They wanted to come, but they didn't have the nerve, so they just hovered around the edges watching. After the ceremony, Mom suddenly dragged Leo aside and shoved an envelope into his hands. Her eyes were red when she mumbled, "Here's some money for after the wedding. Take care of Wanda from now on." Leo had no clue what was going on. I'd always told him I was an orphan, after all. "Who's this?" he asked. "No idea. Probably some random old lady who got lost," I answered flatly. Then, I shoved the envelope back into Mom's hands and walked off with Leo.

Every blow he landed was for the ten years of London rain, for the first night on the Ridge, and for the white seed pulsing behind him. The Sprout of the Void The Vithered began to retreat toward their rusted ships, but as the white light of the seed faded, a new sound filled the valley. It was a Song. From the center of the orchard, where the seed had been, a single, translucent green shoot had split the earth. It wasn't a tree. It was a Vocal Stalk, and it was singing a frequency that bypassed the ears and went straight to the soul. Leo fell to his knees beside the sprout. It was growing at a visible rate, its leaves unfurling like silver silk.

Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors. Some flowers landed on my shoulder, and I thought to myself that I had made it through winter. And finally, my spring was here.

Back in our previous life, she had chosen Jay's sperm first, wanting a genius baby. However, when Jay ended up with a low sperm count, he turned to her, and they got married. At their wedding, I showed up, pregnant and ready to celebrate, but she shut me out coldly. Back then, Melissa strutted around like a peacock, her eyes full of scorn as she looked me up and down, and then she let out a mocking laugh. "You're still dreaming like a little kid. I'm about to live the high life because of my kid!

and a single room marked with a tiny, inked orchid. Next to the orchid, she had written: E.C.'s Legacy. Seedbank Alpha. Retrieval protocol: harmonic sequence B-flat minor. For my daughter's voice only. Elara Chen hadn't just been a victim. She had been a plant. My mother's inside woman. And she hadn't stolen data. She had stolen a physical seed from Grier's original "orchid" project—a precursor to the Swan Song we had buried. A living piece of the original sin.

--- A Seed of Tomorrow As the sun climbed higher, Lyra knelt and touched the soil. Her fingers brushed something firm beneath the damp earth. She drew it out — a small, golden seed, shimmering faintly with both fire and light. “What is that?” the Flame Child asked. Lyra turned it over in her palm. “It’s something new. Something the Flow has never made before.” The seed pulsed once, softly. A heartbeat — faint, curious, alive. She placed it back into the ground and covered it with soil. “When it grows, it will remember all of this —