Black Clover Leaf Novels & Stories

“The Silver Leaf is extremely rare. As you know, it doesn’t grow in Moonlock pack. We’ve only ever used it in rare, critical cases and it’s been years since anyone had a condition that severe. We didn’t realize we were out until now.” Levi’s eyes darkened with frustration. “Okay. Then get more.” Elric shook his head gently. “At the moment, the only place to get Silver Leaf is outside our territory… It’s deep in a forest north, past the Iron Fang River. It's called 'Crimson Moore', that region…” he hesitated, then looked Levi in the eye, “…it’s rogue territory, Alpha.” “They’ve made it their hideout,” the doctor continued. “Anyone who ventures there risks being ambushed or killed. And they do

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.

The stems are dried. “Wrong,” I said, stepping up to the table. The entire room went dead silent. Genevieve’s jaw tightened at the sight of me. I pointed to the jagged leaves. “It’s Silverleaf toxin. Look at the veins in the underside—they're pale blue, not white. If you boil it, it doesn't smell like Wolfsbane at all. It smells like sweet almonds.” Morgana’s eyebrows shot up. “And this one, Southern wolf?”

The clover pendant on Harper’s necklace, which was originally hollow, is now filled with a single ‘leaf’. One-third of the clover is filled, and emits a faint light. And Harper feels a sudden surge of power pouring into her body. Like a wave of energy that lights her inside with a spark. And unlike before, Harper vaguely feels like the power is not going to dissipate. This seems permanent…

“I have some here already. But I will need more, so I will need your guards to fetch them from the Moonshade Garden for me.” I gave a slight nod and released her from my grip, then gestured for two of his guards to step forward. She faced them, “Listen carefully. I need five specific herbs. They must be fresh.” The guards nodded, “First, I need moonshade leaves,” I began. “They are pale silver-green and soft to the touch. You’ll find them growing closest to the heart of the garden.” “Second, get the duskroot. It grows low to the ground, it has deep purple stems with a single black blossom. It’s bitter, I suggest you don’t bring it with your bare hands.”

I only know that they look beautiful. The ripples on the surface of the lake make the colours even more mesmerising, and the soft sounds just add to the ambience. The lake is surrounded by luscious looking green grass and wild flowers. I bend down to take a closer look, and I see that some of the plants have exactly three leaves. "Clovers!" I exclaim with joy and look up at Max. He gives me a subtle nod. I can't help myself, I laugh, I run my hands through the plants, and some of them bend over out of shape, I instantly feel guilty.

And still, the hair on my arms stood up. I stepped closer slowly, each footstep soft against the rug. I didn’t touch it at first. Just looked. No note. No wax seal. No symbol to claim it. Curiosity beat out caution. I lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in a bed of black silk, was a single pressed leaf. Silver, delicate, and preserved with care. Not painted silver—naturally that way. A rare tree from the northern forests produced them under moonlight once a season. The kind of thing that didn’t just fall into someone’s pocket. It had to be found. Chosen.

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.

Even Karly, as well as Terence and Sam, were starting to feel a bit impatient. "Tyrell, are your people capable or not?" Karly furrowed her brows, speaking with dissatisfaction: "The sky is almost about to brighten, and we still haven't found any trace of the Clover Frost Leaf! Stop dawdling! If we can't successfully gather the herb today, you'll have to answer to me!" "Clover Frost Leaf" was the name of the herb. It was said that this plant grew in a thousand-year-old cold pond, drawing energy from the cold as its nourishment, which made it grow extremely slowly.

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