The Star Seed Novels & Stories

“Daddy, why didn’t you let Mommy go? All the stories say this is how the prince and princess end up together.” Her innocent words tore open wounds I’d tried hard to seal. “Luna—” I began, but Amber quickly cut me off, afraid I’d lose my temper at Luna. But I just smiled and gently touched Luna’s cheek. “You’re right, sweetheart. It was Daddy’s fault for standing in the way of the prince and the princess. But from now on, I’ll try to be a proper knight instead. Would that be okay?” They were the gentlest words I’d ever spoken, yet Luna squirmed away, leaving my hand suspended.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

The seed, nestled in the cradle of the bronze tree's roots, was a nexus of impossible harmony. It held the silver tranquility of the first garden and the bronze resilience of the Astropheles. It did not grow in the way of ordinary plants, pushing through soil towards the sun. Instead, it pulsed, its light breathing in a slow, tidal rhythm, drawing not on water and light, but on the stories that flowed through the cosmic substratum. It was listening.

"Look me in the eye when I smile, Close them when I kiss you. We found love under the moon, The stars smiled at us, Until you disappeared. And just cause you're not here, doesn't mean I'm lonely. I'm a moon child ~ A moon child. I speak to the moon, I sing with the stars, and you're just a dream." The title track of the album is Moon child, it's a song written for Malachi like most of my other songs are; Telling him that no matter what he does to me, I will never be his in the way that he wishes, with or without the existence of the curse. It was a low-fi, sensual song, one that wouldn't be recognised as a sad song unless you listened to the lyrics.

But now we have seen how much depth you possess and we're willing to seal the deal and also invest in the shares of the new product. She acclaimed and just like that, a heavy load was taken off my shoulders. "Thank you... Ms.. ummm.." I mumbled awkwardly. "Ms Simone, Simone Roberto." She smiled at me and I smiled back brightly. "Thanks for the chance... Thank you for listening to me," I appreciated and for some reason, felt a splash of excitement. Why did I feel so happy? I was practically scoring more points for an empire I wanted to destroy. But that was the war, winning against Silas was the battle at hand.

“It’s listening.” Kaima tilted her head slightly. “And learning. Every act of rebuilding, every word of peace or division, feeds back into it. The Seed is Iluren’s heart reborn but it’s choosing its next form . Ari stared at the swirling images within. “Then it’s waiting for a decision.”

"Jax, you said you knew a way. If we can't go back, how do we stop the Seed?" "The Seed isn't just a tracker, Elara," Jax said, stepping closer. He looked at my chest, where the white light was pulsing so brightly it was turning my skin transparent. "It’s a **Root**. It’s the original code for the first simulation. The Architects didn't just plant it to find you; they planted it to *restart* the world inside you. They want to turn you into the new Mainframe." I recoiled, my hand flying to my heart. "They want to build a new world... inside my body?"

She cracked open the wax seal to read it… The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. The stars are coming. Ariadne threw the paper away from her in horror.

Jay started staying out late, night after night. I was always showing off to my friends with pictures of royal parties, fancy cruises, and the huge diamond ring on my finger. As such, when we got a do-over, she did not think twice about picking the prince's sperm and told me to pick Jay's. I acted clueless and asked, "However, it’s a mix from eight national lineages. What if the mix isn't great?" Melissa had already signed the papers and cut me off sharply, "That's not your problem. My son will be a royal heir, but your kid might not even have enough for baby formula!"

the planet. But to make the Sovereign-Seed viable on a global scale, Avery needed a "Catalyst." She needed to introduce a human element into the seed’s DNA—a "Neural-Signature" that would tell the Sombra-Net that these plants were "Part of the Family," even if they weren't part of the "Link."