6 Leaf Clover Grimoire Novels & Stories

“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.

The treasure for the first level was even crazier. It was a Twinleaf Heartgrass. Those things did not even exist in third-grade worlds, and they only grew in a small minority of second-grade worlds. They had very stringent requirements to grow. Not only did they need incredibly low temperatures, but very dense spiritual energy as well. The Twinleaf Heartgrass could not be easily bought even with the crystal. It was worth around a hundred and thirty million. It was even more expensive than ninth-grade spirit crystals. Even a warrior from one of the best clans would be very tempted by it.

Every ceremony needs an altar and Zlo lacked the imagination for anything else. The marble suddenly began to roil and bubble, viscous as blood. Its hidden treasures were revealed and the marble subsided, quiet and cold once more. On the altar lay the seedling sprouting from its small pocket of soil, the gold harmonicus, a familiar-looking switchblade and a still, four-legged form with splayed wings. “Fierce!” Ilyria cried out, unable to stop herself. She clamped her hand over her mouth as she tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to overwhelm her.

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.

Pushing herself further, she stumbled into the empty circle and in front of her was the grimoire in contrary to gravity. "I'm in, Elsa." She called from within. "Great, now can you toss the grimoire over?" Elsa asked. "Sure." Emily grabbed the book and flung it out of the circle. Oliver marvelled at the sight, his gaze brushing over the hard cover and Elsa opened it, glancing at the pages in a fast flip. "There." Oliver pointed to a page, and she paused in her tracks. "That's the linking spell." The page had a drawing of two thin streams of blood entangling itself into a knot.

Time went ticking seconds turned minutes but he couldn't sense her energy. "No wonder, she became a pawn under the master," he mumbled. Taking a dried leave which was scattered around them, he placed it on her forehead. He chanted some spells as he concentrated on the dried leaf, as he folded his thumb, ring, and pinky fingers while keeping his pointing and middle fingers pointed to the leaf. As seconds passed, the leaf started gaining life. It turned into the brightest green color of the leaf. The green started creeping from the tip of the leaf to the end of the stem. When it reached the mid-way it stopped. The leaf slid down from her forehead and landed on the ground.

Declan convinced him. “I don’t know exactly how, but if I happened to open my eyes and she was still there, I always saw her bring a long, dark red leaf with her. I think she used it to wake me up from the death..” Lilly answered him. “The Sawang leaf…” Declan mumbled. His eyebrows were knitted. He started to think that maybe they missed something this whole time. He remembers very clearly that Sawang leaf only works for Mystical Creature, just like Myrna explained to him.

The release of tension was like letting her hair out after having it up all day or taking off an uncomfortable bra – the relief physically felt and leaving behind a giddy elation. She entered the graveyard and made her way to her favourite night-time spot, a pretty gazebo set within a circle of grass, and sheltered by weeping cherry trees, far enough back from the street that if a police car patrolled by, they would not see her light. There was a picnic table in the centre, and she set her bag upon it, taking out the battery-operated lantern, the candles, and the various crystals, herbs and tarot cards. Finally, she lifted out the velvet wrapped grimoire, and the athame that sat in the first

“Then come. We have prepared the rite.” Lily looked like she wanted to bolt, but I gave her a quick look. “Wait for me. I’ll be fine.” She didn’t look convinced, but nodded anyway, backing to the edge of the circle. Thalia led me to a stone altar in the center, where an ancient book lay open—its pages thick with age and marked with blood-red ink. “This is the Grimoire of Inadu,” she said. “Passed down through the first bloodline. Your bloodline.”

Adara gasped as I turned my wrist towards the chest and watched as my blood dripped into the grooves of the tree. “What the…” Adara’s voice faded away as she saw what was happening. I had no idea how I knew to do that, but I just did. It was almost like something or someone was guiding me. My blood was running down the tree’s roots and it filled up. It started to congeal until it was black and the lid shifted, physically shifted. I took the lid off and I stared at everything that Karani had left me. There were diaries and amulets, little statuettes and what Jessica would call a Grimoire. There was a small wooden staff, much like the one Jessica had, a cloak and many other things that I would