The Seed Novels & Stories

Seraphina, her wings spread protectively, murmured, "The Void's emissaries are here, sooner than expected." Alec clenched his fists, determination etched on his face. "We stand our ground. We protect the Heart." Elara, reaching into her robes, drew out a seed, which she held aloft. It began to glow, emanating an aura of pure life energy. "This is the Seed of Genesis from the Verdant Expanse. It might help counter the Void's influence."

It’s twice as big as the baby and gives off warmth. Lilith came forth and bit her finger. A drop of green liquid came out full of life. A mirage of a great forest can be vaguely seen in it. She gave her blessings to it, “I, Lilith Eurydice of Forest Eurydice, the Archduke of Savernake Forest, give my blessing.” The drop floated away towards the incandescent light.

I look out the window of my home office at the ant bird that pecked endlessly at the foot of the large Northern Red Oak tree in my compound as if it wanted to unearth a hidden treasure before it flew away to a nearby branch. My eyes flit to the Willow tree that seemed to be looking over the water fountain flowing peacefully beside it. "A wreath of Willow to show my forsaken plight." I silently sip from the glass of white wine clutched firmly in my hand. Each gulp felt like a river of lava flowing through my gut as sorrow and pain cloud my features.

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.

Using the fortune he had left me, I established a foundation called the Michele Giuliani Rebirth Project. It was meant to give those with no way out a second chance—just like he had once needed, and just like I had once fought to give him. After the funeral, I returned to the apartment we had shared five years ago. The unit had long since taken on new tenants, but the hallway remained damp and shadowed. I stood in the spot where he had waited all night, reaching out to touch the wall. For a moment, I could almost feel the chill of that rainy night five years ago.

That's when I knew he had the hag, the seer, keeping tabs on me, her eyes everywhere. I make it back to the desolate campsite where our stuff was stored, including the ancient relic the witch had given us, its power humming faintly, to transport us to and from our mission. I took my time changing into my clothing, the familiar fabric a small comfort, and breaking up the camp, erasing our presence, but it didn't take that long; we were only here for a few hours. Closing my eyes, bracing myself, I recited the words to take me home, the familiar incantation heavy on my tongue.

No personal desires. The purpose of seed donation was simple--to reproduce, to preserve humanity, and to ensure the survival of the human race. Any emotional attachment between a Seed Donor and a Seed Carrier was strictly forbidden. Anyone who violated that rule would face severe punishment. "You've been daydreaming this whole time. What are you thinking about?" A gentle voice pulled Fiora back to reality. She looked up, only to find Riven smiling at her. Feeling guilty, she gave the handsome blond man an awkward smile.

I said. He did. The flickers became clearer. Still faint. Still subtle. But there. Cassius leaned forward. “Those are… fragments?” “Yes,” Dominic said. “But they’re too small to be active probes.” Arden’s eyes narrowed. “Then what are they?” I stared at them. Because something about them felt wrong. Not in a chaotic way. In a… controlled way. “They’re seeds,” I said. Silence. Then Kane: “Explain.” “They’re planting something,” I said.

And in the water, a single seed. Silver. Glowing faintly. Maris’s voice came, soft now. _The Hunger is spent. It will sleep until the world forgets how to bleed. The seed is its memory. Guard it._ Aria picked up the seed. It was warm. Alive. The chains were gone. The chamber was quiet. Kael exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for ten years. “So… we won?” Aria looked at the seed in her hand. “No. We changed the game.”

"Well now, things are going to get fun." "Lan Su greets her Master." Lan Su walked in and gave Ren a salute. Her clothes were that of a private disciple. A Private disciple was a member of a Sect but also that of another. The other was first before the Sect and more important than Family to them. "What do you need help with?" "Nothing really, sit. Drink this." Ren pulled from the Skull storage ring. He dropped a red seed into the cup. "The seed is that of the 1000 Blossom. What type of blossom, depends on the character of the person who ingests it."