Clover Novels & Stories

Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed. Nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, Silver Cove was a quaint town where time seemed to stand still. The town was surrounded by lush greenery, with rolling hills and babbling brooks that meandered through the countryside. The main street was lined with charming storefronts, their facades adorned with colorful flower baskets that overflowed with blooms in the springtime.

Lungs burning, Princess Nya Gould of Frindom tore through the forest, her feet flying as her eyes oscillated from the tree branches in front of her that reached to grab her white blonde hair to the roots that threatened to trip her. The trees were thick, creating a canopy above her, making it easier to find shadows that would conceal her, once she settled on a hiding place. For now, the footsteps behind her thumped closeby, and she knew if she were to hesitate for even a moment, the one who chased her would be behind her.