Seeds Books Novels & Stories

And just like that, the covers of all four books–Nyllan’s complete works–were suddenly before me. The first book held the cover image of a seedling, a plant in its infancy; at birth. The second cover showed a green, growing bud, finding its potential and bursting through the surface of the earth. The last had been a withering blossom, brown and decaying in death. In tandem, they represented birth, growth, and death. An unassuming, unsophisticated testament of the life cycle.

“The world will move, but there’ll be no bread, no life!” “Life is just a long hunger, June Avery,” he said. June’s vision blurred. She couldn’t breathe. The Golden Book glowed in her hands. She realized, finally, she couldn’t fight a shadow with her fists. She had to use something he didn’t have. She reached into her pocket. Not for silver or gold—she found a handful of real wheat seeds from the wooden box. She shoved the seeds into the shadow gripping her neck. The seeds didn’t fall. The purple light made them grow at once. Green shoots burst from the man’s shadow, stabbing through the darkness.

He sobered then cleared his throat. I smiled. “He was shocked.” It was difficult to believe that Adam was related to Tristan. There was a slight resemblance. Adam came a bit closer and leaned against one of the posts. “I wasn’t sure what kind of books you like, so I brought a memoir, a thriller, a romance, and a fantasy book. We don’t have many new books. I don’t think I’m allowed to give you my kindle. You could use it for other stuff.” I smiled. “It’s okay.” Despite my intention to hate on every Russo, it was difficult not to like Adam. “I think I’ll pass on the thriller, though. I’ve had plenty of thrill in my life recently.”

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

“Something big. Bigger than I’ve ever done. And I need your help.” Cassie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Tell me everything.” Hope plugged the USB into her tablet and turned it toward her mother. A presentation opened with the title: THE SEED PROJECT: From Literacy to Lasting Peace As Hope swiped through the slides, Cassie saw maps of conflict zones, photos of mobile libraries, training centers, and youth summits.

"I can think of a few Elixirs to make with them." "No way!" Four put the seeds away quickly. "They are mine you greedy girl. In fact, I am going to plant them now." Four excused himself and scampered away quickly. "Hehe, that was interesting." Ren chuckled and looked at Two. "Alright show me your work." "Right." Two pulled out some things from a regular storage pouch, two rolled-up pieces of paper, and a handwritten book. "This is all I was able to learn." Regular Storage Pouch was able to store everything. But due to it not specially designed for certain things, deterioration happens faster to most items.

**Ruby** “It’s lovely to finally meet you, my dear.” Viktor said as he kissed my hand. “We have so much to talk about. I have brought some of the scrolls from our archives. I came across three prophacies that are very similar, by that I mean minor detail that are identical but the outcomes are drastically different.” “Ruby,” I looked at Dez. “I haven’t told you about my meeting with Viktor, because I knew you would have questions that I can not answer.”

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

"Laura, who needs marriage! Let's head to the sperm bank and be the heroines of our own stories!" My best friend Melissa Shaw was shaking me with excitement. As I looked around the familiar lab, I suddenly realized that I had been reborn. After a string of weird blind dates, Melissa and I had decided to pick some top-notch sperm at a private clinic for IVF. Melissa's voice buzzed in my ear like a bee as she urged me, "Laura, look. There's a PhD holder from Kingsford University here. If you choose his sperm, the kid will definitely be super smart. Go for that one!"

She went through the list several times before settling on seeds and books. After years of work, the agricultural research institute had managed to preserve quite a few heirloom seed varieties, including rice, lettuce, carrots, potatoes, and other common vegetables. The yields weren't high, but in an apocalypse where natural disasters never stopped, those seeds were priceless and cost a fortune. Nicole only chose varieties she didn't already have. The same went for the books. She hadn't expected the authorities to collect books from survivors, sort them, then offer them for trade again.