Weirdcore Grass Novels & Stories

Only those attuned to the roots of magic could navigate it. The deeper we went, the more tangible the darkness became. It wasn’t just the absence of light; it was a feeling that clung to the soul. The trees whispered in forgotten tongues. Shadows moved without wind. The snow-covered ground gave way to frost-covered grass—tall, blade-like stalks that shimmered and swayed as though dancing to an invisible song. It was called Whispergrass, a rare kind that reacted to magic. Whenever dark energy surged nearby, the grass would ripple in warning, even without a breeze.

She was always on her guard against him who had suddenly appeared. "Aiden pondered for a moment and said, ""Blue nymph grass is our specialty. To be exact, it's a specialty of our village. There are many tombs here, and it is very damp. The grass is likely to grow in the cemetery. However, it'll take some effort for outsiders to find the blue nymph grass. It has great algidity, and only people with elevated body temperatures can use it. Madam, you must think over it carefully. If you don't have the required temperature, consuming blue nymph grass may cause you to be infertile for your entire life.""" "Upon hearing Aiden's words, Nathaniel heaved a sigh of relief."

Not my life, so not my life. I'm finally in the woods and I feel calm immediately. What's it about the woods? Is it a werewolf thing? Being in the woods feels like being in a cool river. Calm and peaceful. All I can hear are the trees dancing, the birds chirping and the wind going on a journey and they pass through me as they do that. I just love the woods. My eyes are closed and my head is held up high enjoying the peace.

After witnessing the unexpected find, Severin's body trembled as he said, "This… this is the eighth-grade Silver Moon Grass!" Severin never would have thought that he would stumble upon an eighth-grade herb. Such herbs could be used to make pills for royal paragons! Its value could not be measured monetarily, and Silver Moon Grass that had aged several centuries on was so rare that Severin believed it would be able to propel him to level four or even level five paragon!

Lionel said calmly, “Battle Warrior, the Green Plum Grass is guaranteed to cure all sorts of illnesses. Even a single leaf is precious. It’s impossible that Randell Manor’s leader managed to obtain it.” “Your speculation is accurate, old man,” Shay said sadly, “Not only was the Green Plum Grass fake, but the plant that we obtained also makes one lose themselves.” Adrian exclaimed, “Could it be Wyldeweed?” Shay was stunned. He knew that he looked horrible and attributed it to too much drinking. He never suspected the weed to be the cause. What he felt the other day was similar to what he felt today. He had been extremely irritated, but it was not as intense today.

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

Ingrid was a huge concern for both of us. I walked into the greenhouse at the back of the house. We had a garden, but Gwen wanted a greenhouse, Marcus kicked against it, and I built one for her. Marcus claimed I was spoiling her, but he was doing the same thing. Gwen had developed a green thumb overnight. The lasting peace we were able to secure afforded her that luxury. I doubted she would have discovered her love for planting while Simone was still wreaking havoc on our community, but then again, she was a Willow, and Willow pack members were into stuff like that, hence why it was the centre for drug plant manufacturing.

I repeated, the word flat as steel. When she was gone, I turned back to the charred remains on the desk. Kneeling, I brushed my fingers through the ashes. A faint shimmer of blue still lingered at the edges, flickering out like a dying ember. It was the rare and dangerous Fire-wolf grass. It reacted only to the scent of mixed-blood wolves and to royal blood when provoked. Someone had known exactly what they were doing.

"Poison Dragon Grass?" Alexander found it intriguing, unfamiliar with such a plant. Seeing his puzzled expression, Sheila stepped forward to explain, "This grass is a rare specialty of the Poison Dragon Town, highly valuable and effective against parasites." Thinking it must be related to the Sacred Beetles, Alexander made such a guess. Glancing once more at Grasshopper, he felt a twinge of frustration. "Bringing disgrace to both the Thieves' Guild and Wyverna. Why couldn't you steal something else? Stealing stockings makes us look like perverts. You're tarnishing the reputation of our sect, don't you think so?"

In the end, she managed to get out only by dropping herself with the jar to the ground and crawling her way out. “Oh, perhaps a lady as a gift?” She was shocked at the scene in front of her. A group of mad guys were looking at her, no, they were obviously ogling at her dishevelled state. Cassey felt nothing but fear upon seeing those eyes. She held her neck tight and crawled back to the jar shuddering. Her eyes were creepily shedding tears, and her pale lips vomited a transparent fluid. Her weird complexion frightened the mad guys. “She must be a witch.”