5th Leaf Clover Novels & Stories

I replied. I looked at the strange array of treatment Adrian had brought back. Just one singular leaf, a grey pebble and a little flame. How was this meant to cure a bruised ankle? Back at school, we’d learnt that resting, icing, compressing and elevating would help treat an injury such as Rachel’s. But looking at what Adrian had brought back was startling. “Give the leaf, Marco,” Adrian ordered. Adrian gently stroked the leaf on the bruised area of Rachel’s ankle. Rachel winced in pain, and scrunched up her face, the leaf evidently aggravating the pain even more.

Dom asked curiously at the cloverleaf drawn around his belly button. "Didn't Elijah tell you the meaning and reason for putting these?" Nathaniel asked, shocked. "He did. I just lost attention by the end of it." Dom sheepishly shrugged. "Well, the cloverleaf is the symbol of nature. It is drawn around the belly button because this is where the placenta was once attached. This is from where your life was sustained by nature. The four leaflets represent you as head of the family on top, your mate to the right and your children to the left, and all the rest of the dragon members of this tribe and all the rest of the shifters who will one day bow to you, to the bottom. Only Alpha Kings get the f

“You still thinking about stuff like that?” He asked, and I nodded. “Well, just so you know, this place is more beautiful because you're in it with me.” He said, and I hit his shoulder.“You don't lose, do you?” I asked, and just then, a leaf floated over to us. I stretched out my palm, and it lay in it. “Holy…” I began. It was a six-leaf clover. The herb that held the key to healing Elijah. The moment we realized that it was the herb which would heal Elijah, a portal opened again, swirling, and making the breeze blow things away.

Sadly, I haven't been able to find them with the naked eye so far, I got no choice but use analyze on plants that i'm not familiar with, in hopes to find something useful. Moon clover: edible, has a sweet taste. This one surprises me, it's just a clover but it's name suggest otherwise. I chew on it and... well, it tastes kind of funny, not in a bad way, but eating grass doesn't seem appealing to me. Silver flower: gives off a pleasant aroma. Its root has medicinal properties. This is exactly what i was looking for. Fortunately I still have my spear, I used it to dig a hole and removed the entire plant. Its root is quite prominent.

My mother gave her an encouraging look. Marni cleared her throat. “Bird’s Foot Trefoil. Found in Eurasia and North Africa. Yellow, five leaflets, the central three held above the rest. It’s good to use to feed animals, since it doesn’t cause any bloating. It’s typically found in prairies and open areas. It’s considered an invasive species, brought to the States by farmers. In the wild it grows densely, choking out the sunlight for native vegetation.” We all stared at her, stunned by the wealth of information. Xavier blinked, awe on his face. “God, you’re so smart.”

Finally, Chief Virjan spoke, announcing our arrival. “This is it, Ari. The home of the Nightleaf.” As we reached the ground where the Nightleaf grows, I was in awe at the sight. The rare plant was everywhere, small fields of Nightleaf stretching out before me. I knelt on the ground, captivated by the beautiful flower with leaves resembling the crescent moon, and tiny white flowers sparkling like bright stars under the moonlight. It felt magically stunning, as if the plant's leaves were plucked from the night sky itself. The Chief smiled at my amazement with the magical plant they proudly cultivated.

he said and left. Allison stared down at the flower in her hand, she recognized it, and she knows the meaning. It's a white clover and it means 'think of me'. Allison felt her heart skip a beat. She smiled brightly. He was slowly paving his way into her heart.

She studied it, flipping it back and forth, unable to look away, even as she felt the dirt beneath her fingertips. She turned her attention to her right hand, where a fresh four-leaf clover had sprung up. Its leaves were bright and vivid, a stark contrast to the medallion. Anna remembered the Irish legend: finding a four-leaf clover was a sign of good luck. Each leaf represented faith, hope, love, and luck—gifts to the finder.

} “I realized something early on. Fredrich could ascend at any moment. He confirmed it that not even death could take me from under his control. So, I want to make an effort too” {The Blue five leaf clover is a good herb but the pureness of the herb can cause an opposite effect. Are you sure you still want to consume it?} “Since you’re growing it, you know how to utilize it, don’t you? By the way, I am curious. Why haven’t you ascended yet, despite living for such a long time?” {The answer to that question, I can’t give you today. But meeting you, I think I have regained my motivation so I am thankful for your presence. I will ask someone to harvest a few for you. Why don’t you come in?}

And as far as Catherine could remember, according to Irish tradition, those who found a four-leaf growth were destined for good luck, as each petal in the clover symbolizes good omens for faith, hope, love, and luck for the finder. A perfect sphere of clique dew crowned the leaf, reflecting a picture of Catherine's face: grated and peaceful, yet the sadness was recognizable. When she flipped back the coin, the form of the mysterious man had freed himself and journeyed over to the cloverleaf, stirring the growth of a powerful root and even blurring the edges. She couldn't tell up from down. Her vision was blurry. And she felt dizzy. Her heart was beating faster and she was not sure if she was