The Seed Of Life Novels & Stories

The seed said with a smile, “What does it have to do with me if he can’t rest in peace? I am the seed! They did it of their own volition! Fine! Since you are the fake seed, all the more reason for you to serve me. I will give you a chance of survival. Let go of your mind and let me probe your memories. If you don’t, I will search your soul forcefully, and you will only end up as an idiot.” “I have just made a decision. Do you want to hear it?” Alex replied, smiling. “What kind of decision?” the seed asked. “I’m going to become the real seed!” Alex answered.

Looking back now, I realized it was probably because she was pregnant and couldn't hide it anymore, so she went home to give birth. She had known my father had been sterilized. This entire mess had been part of her plan all along. Christina trembled, covering her face as she sobbed. Freddie was left reeling from the shocking news. "No! No way! I'm the heir of Hale Group! I'm Mr. George's son! It's impossible... I can't be... this man's..." His finger trembled as he pointed toward Sebastian. I leaned in, whispering softly into his ear.

This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead. Her thoughts continued to pour into my mind, sending a chill down my spine. So she had been reborn as well, and somehow, I had gained the ability to hear other people’s thoughts. In my previous life, I married Arnold and lived what everyone believed was a happy, enviable life. He was gentle, attentive, and never raised his hand against me. Wherever I went, he accompanied me, showering me with care and romance.

“Do you have something important with you?” He blinked, caught off guard. “What?” Confusion gave way to realization as Briar’s gaze sharpened, following the thread Elora had already grasped. Declan’s hand moved instinctively to the satchel at his side. “The seed,” he said slowly. “Finvarra’s.” “I think,” Elora whispered, certainty blooming with frightening clarity, “it’s meant to be here.” Declan did not hesitate again. He drew the seed from its carved casing and placed it in her hands. The moment her fingers closed around it, warmth surged through her palms, spreading up her arms and settling deep within her core.

The woman nodded and left. Soul seeds were extremely rare thus can only be found in Ebilor, where a single soul tree lives, its golden seeds stayed on the soul tree and could only be plucked by the Merelf Elder who had imprinted with the tree. Only desperate times required soul seeds and knowing Naga had requested she buy the seeds meant her son's life was gravely endangered. *********

Rain shook her head and replied, “I believe in miracles, brother-in-law. Please advise your subordinate to treat his wife well until she gives birth. As soon as she gives birth to the baby, he must ask the doctor to conduct the DNA test. Ever since I was twelve years old, I have been praying for my husband and my children. I also put a seed on the ground for both my husband and my children. So, it is impossible for me not to have a child. Who knows, brother-in-law, maybe your subordinate’s wife has put a seed on the ground for her future children as well.” Maddox nodded his head and said, smiling, “Thank you, sister-in-law. I will advise my subordinate accordingly.”

The Engineering of the Seed-Ship The Genesis was a masterpiece of dual-heritage engineering. Its core contained a dormant fragment of the 1956 Rose, housed in a containment field designed by the brightest Vanderwall minds. Surrounding it was a library of every "Certified Fresh" story, song, and poem ever recorded—the Vance contribution to the mission.

It looks so unnatural, for a moment I think that maybe Isadora bedded a demon instead of a Fae. Stars, if it keeps moving like that, it'll crush her ribs. Lockhart notices me, and he motions for me to stand next to him. I do as he says, and he motions for me to pour the different colored liquids into a vial, stirring them. "It's a numbing elixir. It'll help Isadora combat the pain of this...birth." he explains, and then he faces her as the light shines from his hands once more, leaving and then surrounding Isadora.

Just quiet inside. Just ready. Callum’s hand slipped into mine again, natural now, like breath. His presence beside me wasn’t a shield or an anchor—it was part of the foundation. We moved forward together into a chamber shaped like a spiral. Crystalline threads laced the ceiling like constellations, glowing faintly, forming new patterns the longer we stared. And in the center, hovering just above a pedestal of light, was a seed. Not a metaphor. A literal seed, silver-veined and pulsing with life, contained in a transparent orb.

When he held it out to her, she was still hesitant, but she took it. This time, North barely had to prod the seed before she found the connection with the lifeforce. She couldn’t describe it as anything else. It simply felt like a sudden rush of euphoria that made her joyful. She reached out, almost imagining herself stroking it, and the vine burst forth from the seed pod.