Evil Leafy Novels & Stories

Their amber eyes glimmered with hunger, recognition, and malice. The man stepped aside, giving her space. “Lead,” he commanded. “Show them what the Flame and Shadow can do.” Eva drew a deep breath, letting the energy course through her. Her hands ignited with fire, black tendrils of shadow snaking alongside, entwining and expanding, reacting to her intent. The wind howled around her, lifting leaves and dust into chaotic spirals, as though the storm itself acknowledged her awakening.

His sharp eyes scanned the garden, taking in every detail. I shook my head slightly and crouched near a cluster of silver-blue leaves. “Stormpetal,” I said, remembering the textbook. “It reacts to body heat. You have to pluck it fast, or it shocks you.” Darien nodded. “Correct.” I reached out quickly and yanked a stem. A tiny spark bit my fingers, but I got it. One down. The others weren’t as easy. Bloodroot Lily hid under thorny vines that lashed out if you breathed wrong. Asterleaf only showed itself in patches of moonlight, and we had to wait for the clouds to shift.

Evangeline figured that was about power, not absence. In the center of the glade, they hit a circle of mossy old stones, all gathered around a willow that looked like it had seen too much. No breeze, but the branches swayed anyway. There were faint, glowing runes on the bark—not even Evangeline could read them, and she’d seen her share of weird. Then, out of the shadows: Eidara. She glided over in these deep green robes, hair silver (not granny style—more like “don’t mess with me, I’ll hex your bloodline” vibes). Her eyes were mossy green too, sharp, and way too knowing.

"Uncle, what's your expression? It seems that my things are not good. Even if they are not ripe, they are better than those on the market. If I hadn't failed this time and been attacked by a group of fierce beasts, I would have succeeded!" The girl couldn't help shouting. "Hmm?" The little girl's words made Zephyr Khan's eyes flicker slightly. Suddenly, Zephyr Khan's face began to change. The Evil Breaking Eye was the evolution version of Lightning Sense. Its function was to penetrate a person's cultivation and characteristics to a certain extent.

I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag. It was studying me with pale, clouded-over green eyes before its attention jerked to the left again... mine momentarily shooting up the hill to where we rolled from. The zombie and I made eye contact again as it jerked and snapped at me like a cornered dog, mangled and destroyed...

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.

I froze, biting my lip; if it weren't for me, Ryan would have been treated earlier and not as badly as now. "It's all because of her, I originally told my brother to stay away from poisonous snakes, but he refused to listen." Diana hates me so much; if it weren't for Evelyn and Lagan, she would have rushed over and killed me. I don't blame Diana for thinking because I hate myself. Lagan slammed his hand on the table sternly. "Now is not the time to blame each other; we need to find a herb called Blood Clover, a species of the clover family that has a bright red color and is extremely rare."

It reminds me of how we mate and mark our mates and how our scents join together. The apple and vanilla scent that is uniquely Everleigh has a slight under tone of earth and decay on top of the smells from the ones who volunteered their blood. So, who ever held her was either a vamp or a rogue. We will find this person and they will by no means go unpunished. They will have a life time of paying for what they did to my mate. That’s if I can keep from killing them within the first hour. I don’t know how much self-control I will have when it comes to the capture of the person responsible for this.

Now, the sight before her brought a glimmer of hope, mixed with trepidation. Down below, a secluded complex came into view, barely visible in the dim light. Two vans pulled in, their headlights casting eerie shadows on the surrounding trees. Evelyn's eyes locked onto the logo on one of the driver's hats - a leaf. Her heart skipped a beat; she knew she had finally stumbled upon a vital clue.

Once we were sure the area was safe, Silas crouched near the supplies and pulled out the wrapped bundle of moonleaf. The leaves were pale silver-green, thin and soft-looking, but they smelled sharp once bruised. Every eye went to them. Odin broke the silence first. “If Camila’s bite is as bad as we think, she’ll come.” Silas immediately said, “Then we say no. They set traps for us. They tried to rob us. They dumped blood on us to get us eaten. Why should we save them?” “Because letting people rot to death is ugly,” Olivia muttered.