Seed Wing Novels & Stories

Juanita danced a victory dance as she saw a healing seed that was priced at the range of two to one hundred gems. Juan had only three gems at hand which means that she could afford something at least. In the end, she carefully read about the seeds that were priced at two and three gems. In the end, she found a seed being sold at three gems, even though it was going to take all of her gems, it was worth it. This particular seed will germinate to become a tree just like an apple but it only bears fruit to ten fruits. The fruits can be eaten in any way and only a maximum of three can be eaten by one person to get better. They were good at removing scars, healing internal injuries, and detoxific

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.

Perhaps a bird flew by and left behind a seed. Regardless, it was a miracle that it had managed to grow so beautifully despite the constant traffic of people passing through her window. Celeste leaned in for a closer look. The sprout was a vibrant green color, with delicate leaves unfurling and reaching for the light. The morning dew glistened on the blades. She felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch it, but hesitated before doing so, not wanting to disturb its growth. With a deep breath, she pulled her hand back and stepped away to close the window.

Then, I shoved the envelope back into Mom's hands and walked off with Leo. … Two more years went by, and I found out I was pregnant. Leo and I had our first kid. One day, he took the baby downstairs to get some sun, pushing the stroller along. But then, he came rushing back home, looking totally freaked out, and said, "Wanda, there's some creep lurking around the neighborhood. They've been tailing me and our baby every time we step out. "They keep claiming they're our baby's grandparents and begging to hold their grandson. Then, they shoved something into my hand. When I checked, it was one of those necklaces people put on babies for good luck!"

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 —

How could she let a seed like this impregnate her? Alex grabbed a small bottle from his fanny pack, poured out the Blood Energy pills in it, and gave Waltz some. After that, he placed the seed inside and covered the lid. “This is a demonic blood wisteria symbiote. It is even more horrifying than demonic blood wisteria itself. But it is a rare item, called a demonic wisteria fetus. It specifically seeks out young fertile women and buries itself in their stomachs to grow. It looks very similar to a real baby.” Waltz trembled with fear. “Senior, how could such a horrible plant be here?”