Clover Undertale Yellow Novels & Stories

But it was too late. The light exploded. ⸻ Clover opened her eyes. She was standing in a dark forest. Kael was beside her. But Elara was gone. Clover panicked. “Where’s the baby?” Kael looked around. “I don’t know.” Clover started running. “Elara!” Her voice echoed through the trees. Then she heard laughter. A child’s laughter. Clover stopped. “Elara?” She followed the sound. A little girl stood beneath a tree.

"As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways." He pauses to stare at each and everyone of us and continues. "You all know your partners, you have till the end of the day to submit your plants. You may all go." We all rise and head to the big gates which sep

The water level steadily crept to his knees, and Zen wondered how many more colours the gothic lolita wanted to try before she was ready to call it quits. Unsurprisingly, the purple dress did not match Gloomie Shroomie’s curls. If anything, it would have suited Veiled Violet better. As if she had yet to learn her lesson, the next dress request was yellow. Zen wanted to die. None of the dresses Gloomie picked matched her aesthetics. She had already tried every dress of the rainbow’s colours, but nothing made her happy. Ping! Zen looked at the updated quest and prayed the next task would be quick. The water was rising faster than before, and Zen could hear the arguments from the party call. Th

“He threatened us. We didn’t help him, Kyla! We just—we were trying to survive.” “Lies,” said a squeaky, very judgmental voice from the doorway. Mr. Yellow. Leaning against the frame with a carrot-shaped satchel and smugness radiating from every whisker. “I knew they smelled funny,” he said. “So I dispatched the Crisp Crusaders.” Behind him appeared a line of very serious-looking vegetables: Greg the Potato, muddy and wise. Broccolini, leafy, twitchy, and full of fight. And Carrotini, stylish, slender, and packing a glowing mini sword strapped to her leafy belt.

Is that what Azura hoped to find in all of Dorothy's books? It's becoming evident that Mallory, Azura's friend, shares an interest with Azura herself. But who else would be seeking something as common as Coltsfoot? Every gardener I know, including myself, frequently pulls up those pesky yellow flowers. "Your total is $92.75," I inform them with a smile as I finish ringing up the plants. Laurel takes a black card from her wallet and hands it to me to swipe. "Credit," she informs me.

It seemed the howl had attracted the rest of the rogue pack, as I could hear them moving through the forest and calling on their comrade's names now. Where the hell was Alexander? I scanned the whole area with my sharpened vision, looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided to copy his earlier actions and closed my eyes, focusing on my thoughts. Where are you? I called out to him. The murderer's men are coming. There was silence at first, and then he replied. I'm at the border of the forest, to the west. Go to the horse and meet me there. Alright, I replied, then morphed into my human form just as my uncle's men broke into the scene of our fight. "Oi!" One of them yelled and p

But… He didn't have any friends. Sol was the heir of the Lustburg kingdom. Only another heir of either a church or kingdom could match him. He had never met the current holy daughter of Castitas. Chloe hesitated a little, even though she couldn't read his mind, she could feel the eagerness in his voice, she wasn't the smartest of the bunch, but she also understood a little of what he was feeling. After all, before meeting that redhead–she also felt a little lonely. "My name is Clover. Clover Industria. I am the daughter of Iris Industria as well as a paladin in training and the holy daughter of Industria. Those close to me call me Chloe as it was my original name before being sanctified."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Picking a card from Clover hand. " Yes. " Clover approved, raising her chin a bit higher in a side eye "We do all." Olive commented. "This card said great things are coming for you. " Clover stated. "But they will cost you." Olive noted, snatching the card from my hand. I tried to get the card but produced water from the other setting the card having it shiver to the ground. "We heard about that code you couldn't crack." Clover remarked. "So here's a book that will help." Olive handed me a dirty green book, the spine was broken, and it felt as it was going to break in any second. On the cover said, "The Code That the Wise One Knows.”

"Show me," he says, the command softened by genuine curiosity. Clover hesitates, studying his face for any sign of mockery or trap. Finding none, she retrieves her phone from the nearby dresser and unlocks it. Her fingers move swiftly across the screen, pulling up a series of messages from various pack members. She hands it to him without comment, watching his expression carefully.