Starseed Traits Novels & Stories

"The new crops require that water source. Unless you've become too distracted by your giant soldier." Heat rose to my cheeks. "You're impossible." His purring laughter only grew louder. Ignoring him, I focused on the newly unlocked cultivation sector. At my command, packets of Crimson Blaze and Sun-Core seeds appeared in the air. With a sweep of my mental tether, they scattered across the glowing soil. The aquamarine stream shifted course, flowing into freshly formed irrigation channels. The reaction was immediate. The crimson earth pulsed with warmth. Tiny green shoots emerged from the soil almost instantly, growing stronger with every passing second.

Forty thousand years after the first defiant spark, every realm, every World Tree, and every soul participated in the perpetual celebration of desire. In the Seed Chamber of the Flame Root—a vast, womb-like atrium where new life and new realities were conceived through passion Vespera Voss Kane stood radiant and ready. Her silver hair clung to her glowing skin. Emerald constellations across her breasts, belly, and thighs pulsed with urgent need. Her body ached to be filled, claimed, and celebrated. Her mates surrounded her with primal hunger.

“Uh-huh.” “You’re a mystic.” “No, I’m not. I might see shit, but I can’t make heads or tails about what it means. It’s a useless, annoying gift, if I’m being honest.” I have vague memories of my parents talking about King Isaac and his odd ability to read the stars. They chalked it up to him being a beast, one of the two guardians of the Moon Goddess. But these traits are inherited, apparently. “Are you willing to elaborate?” I ask, losing what little patience I have.

She looked at her husband he was looking a bit tense and said, “ now tell me what the astrologers said about the baby you are a little tense.” Albert frowned a little and told her about the conversation between him and the astrologers "the astrologers stated after many calculations of stars that the son is born with a calm nature and a strong personality. He is no 1 Alpha of the clan. But if once he gets angry he is not easy to handle. He is born with the spirit of the lion-like me and has the power to control water, thunder, storm, and fire. And he is born with some of your power like flying and controlling ice. But......"

Blooming. Then it fractured. The forests darkened. Structures grew twisted, organic, malformed. Spires like bone. Vines like nerves. A planet that rejected balance and created only more hunger. “That was a failed seed,” Rian said. “We thought it was just a flaw in the code. But it wasn’t. It was a reflection of us. Of what we’d poured into it without knowing.” “It’s different now,” I insisted. “The Solace seed has changed. It’s learning. It’s growing.”

“And the others?” “The Originals. The first to leave Earth. They can create more Fates through procreation. They are ancient, revered, like nobility. But sometimes… sometimes, one is born like Seth, carrying human traits. And that, Charlene, can be… complicated.” Charlene scoffed. “Why? What’s so bad about emotions?” “Think about it. Imagine being the only one on an entire planet going through puberty.” Charlene burst out laughing. “Okay, yeah, that would be awkward.”

"What is this? How is this possible?" The alternate Kai’s lips curled into a cold smile. "The Seed is a power unlike any other. It is not a mere vessel of life; it is a conduit for evolution, a bridge between dimensions. And I—" he paused, his gaze darkening, "—I was the first to understand its true potential." Evryn's pulse quickened. The air felt thick, as if reality itself was shifting beneath her feet. "What do you mean, the first to understand?" she demanded.

“A gift. To help it… *bloom*.” --- **The Feast** The Seed reacts violently. Its roots erupt, impaling the orb and devouring it. The cultists chant as the fortress quakes, the oak’s branches twisting into grotesque, flowered appendages. The Hunter convulses, his form tearing between root and flesh. ***Stop them!*** he rasps. I fire into the crowd, but the cult leader deflects the shot with a flick of her wrist. “The Seed hungers for more than static, Stormbearer. It craves *deities*.”

This book was mostly about the Deimos line: How our line had moved away first and had been one of the strongest, conquering many lands and spreading our territory far and fast. The Deimos line was gifted with the ability of speed, to see the future, a sixth sense and the ability to foresee disaster. Traits that Kiara held, being a blessed wolf. Along with the Deimos traits and abilities, Kiara also had the Asheton ability, the gift of healing.

"I need one. Everyone is looking at me like I am some sort of golden egg." "You are." Orla giggled. "A Luna seed is a shifter of noble or peasant descent that has the potential to become an Alpha's fated mate or a ruler of her own right. You have most likely become the new hot cake in the eyes of other noble werewolves and brazen peasants. I assure you Eloise, your legs and your lips will be quite tired today."