Weirdcore Grass Novels & Stories

One of the trees even seemed alive, its branch reaching out to them. If this scene was not jaw-dropping, then what? Son of vegetables. He could no longer understand this world. His human brain only knew he was witnessing something out of the norms. A weird march where the participants don't tire, as if they have unlimited stamina. A type of creature called werehorses that previously only lived in myths, folktales, and horror stories. A giant rock... which should be the most normal out of all the abnormalities he had seen. A, scratch that, many gigantic trees beyond the tall rock... with one of the trees currently attempting a normal 'hi' with the people below.

"The strange man disappeared before I could see if I recognized his face, but I was still in the empty meadow," I read, turning the page. "A few seconds later, a heavily antlered deer appeared." I put down the journal, looking up at Eric. "Heavily antlered?" "I didn't know how else to word it," he said, laughing. "It had a lot of antlers." "You mean more than two?" "No, it had two but they were huge antlers. Gigantic."

Nicole continued, "And let me tell you a secret. Both she and I were reborn. In our last life, you killed her and her child." By the time Peter's team reached the police station, I had boarded a luxury sedan and headed to Coastal City, which was dozens of kilometers away. Accompanying me were two obstetricians and a nurse, caring for me and the child around the clock. "Rest for a bit. You'll soon meet the person you're looking for," Darrel Harper said. "Don't worry about those schemers. I'll make them pay."

Three brothers, each a formidable force, their combined presence in any room a gravitational pull. Their frames, uniformly six feet four inches of sculpted muscle, moved through the throng with an effortless grace that belied their raw power. Dark suits hugged their broad shoulders, emphasizing the lean definition of their waists, the thick columns of their necks. Their faces, carved from a classical mold, held a dangerous allure—sharp jawlines, high cheekbones, eyes the color of polished obsidian that seemed to see everything, yet betrayed nothing. Tonight, however, a subtle haze clouded those piercing gazes, a slow-burning fog that crept through their veins, courtesy of a meticulously plan

Thanks to his excellent observation skills, Zen gathered a total of thirteen plant types from that meadow. The long grass did nothing, so Zen decided to try the dewy grass. The grass fibre felt sticky in his hand, and Zen didn’t know what sort of effect this grass had. It should be a medicinal grass, but Zen didn’t know anything about it. Heck, he wasn’t sure if real-world knowledge applied to this VR game! Liu Feng wasn’t back yet, and Zen braced himself to test this sticky dew grass. The fifth time has to be the charm!

Mary Kinson nodded. Watching Whit Ben leave the West Courtyard, the smile on her face disappeared, and she turned and got into a deep forest behind the West Courtyard. Through the heavy shrubs, Mary Kinson found the grass growing under the big stone. It was the seedling grass she picked back a few days ago. When the seedling grass was just picked back, it was light turquoise, which was almost the same as ordinary grass. Now, Miao grass has turned into a deep dark green. When Mary Kinson squatted down, she smelled a thick smell of blood.

They used a treasure. Light Grass The Light Grass was a small plant that lit up once it was placed in a dark environment. One had to just drop a bit of blood onto the flower for it to work. Once placed in a dark place it would float before person whose blood it swallowed and brighten up the place. The light it provided could illuminate an area of about 150 square meters! And its light could last for more than thirty minutes! That was how the Three Great Races explored Dark Valley. They might be strong, but even they were disadvantaged in the dark. Mane and Lily had several reserves of Light Grass. They had been given to them by Ivor. Light Grass was also rare, and ironically it could only be

These are the thoughts that made it extremely hard for me to fall asleep easily, but I eventually fell asleep. The bad dreams that I sometimes had about Smash putting his hands on me and trying to take my clothes off visited me on my sleep. It felt so real that when I opened my eyes, I thought I was still at the club. I was sweating and was naked on my bed. The towel that I had when I went to bed had left my body in my sleep. The sunlight that filled most part of my room brought me back to my senses—I was in Jason’s house, not at the club.

Seemingly overnight, I received a ton of private messages on one of my social media platforms. They were all from strangers who called me an ingrate and claimed I was a fool—a love-addled fool who didn't know what was good for me. Their insults left me feeling outraged and indignant. Amid my confusion, I saw a video Natasha posted. It turned out that she had been posting videos about me online, claiming I was her love-addled brain dorm mate who dedicated my entire life to my boyfriend.

"Achievements? Oh, I've played every single dating sim on the market! Full completion, all perfect harem endings, literally thousands of them. I gave every sad little pixel boyfriend a loving home. As for skills, my memory is insane. I can list every love interest's quirks, their birthdays backward, and all their famous lines!" Verda looked horrified. "Horror games are really going downhill. We've got a romance gamer with us? It's seriously pathetic." "You do realize the monsters here aren't just guys, right? All your little pick-me tricks won't work." I rubbed my cheek and smiled shyly. "Actually… I've also unlocked a couple of dozen super hard lesbian routes." Everyone froze. Not just the