Evil Leafy Novels & Stories

“They hoard all this and still tax the people. Greedy bastards.” ‘Oh, sure,’ Eve snorted. ‘Mock the Lycans while you’re stealing from them. That’ll end well.’ “Relax,” I murmured, pulling out my sack. “They won’t even notice if a few things go missing.” ‘Eva, everything in here screams priceless. Take the wrong coin and we could have the entire lycanthrope chasing us.’ She wasn’t wrong.

I ask the witch when she reaches into the trunk of a car she’s somehow driven through the closely planted trees. She hands me a cardboard tray packed with a dozen peat pots, each with a single white teardrop leaf poking from the soil. “This particular crop? Revenge.” She grins, and in that moment, with a last ray of evening sunlight filtering through the canopy and lighting her face in mellow gold, she doesn’t seem old at all. She seems vital and alive and very, very dangerous.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

A shabby wooden window on the second floor was roughly pushed open from the outside. A cold wind mixed with volcanic ash rushed into the hall. Eve, in her dark golden armor, flipped down from the windowsill like a nimble cat, landing steadily on the wooden floor. “I’m so mad! Those guards at the Blackrock City gate dared to stop me, demanding a pass! I had to climb over the wall!” Eve complained loudly, dusting off her armor. She looked up, about to walk toward Eira. Her gaze met Leo’s, who was standing by the table.

“Give me the blade.” Caleb handed her a ceremonial dagger wrapped in cloth. It glowed faintly in her palm, as though recognizing her. Evelyn stepped into the circle. The moment her foot crossed the edge, the stone beneath her lit with golden fire. The wind howled. Whispers swirled in her ears. “Virelith comes…” Evelyn lifted the blade and made a small cut across her palm. Blood dripped onto the center of the spiral. The earth shook.

“Why don’t we skip all the theatrics and go straight to the point Eve, if there is something you want to tell me go ahead and say it but I must warn you, it won’t mean a thing.” “A hybrid is a creature that is part vampire and part wolf. But ion my own terms I like to call them an abomination.” “No less better than the witch creature you are trying to create” I spat. Eve turned to face me and from her cloak she pulled out something pale and as I set my eyes on it I felt like my mouth had been stuffed full of sawdust. “From you expression you must know what I’m carrying. All I need to do is stick this into your body anywhere I choose and you’re done for.

Just when I’m still in the trance, suddenly hurried footsteps approach us from behind and then the next second I’m pulled away from Eason’s arms by a strong force. Long nails dig into my flesh. I spin my head to find Valerie glaring down at me infuriated. Her face is twisted with anger as she barks at us: “What the hell are you doing?!” I shake off her iron grip and roll my eyes at Eason. “You want to take this one?” Honestly, I don’t know what Eason is doing either. Eason raises his brows slightly his face indifferent. “What’s the matter?” “You asking me? You are my date for god’s sake! Where were you a minute ago and why are you suddenly dancing with this pathetic little sl—”

She fed on their fury, dread, and pain until there was nothing left. Isabella noticed Sheeshan racing toward them. She could not make out what he was saying, but it was about Alizeh’s madness and the universal wave function. Waiting for him to get closer, her focus was on the ivy. It was growing faster around Genève, already passing her waist. Turning to glance at Alizeh, Isabella could not accept that she was looking at the girl she had practically raised. The expression in her eyes reflected pure hatred and so much anger. It was as if she was feeding off the storm, and it was feeding off her.

“I don't have to? Are you doing a good job with that thing you are brewing? “Do you want to know what the heck you are even brewing?” “What are you implying? Is it poison?” Lana stared at the cauldron incredulously. “However, it does not have such a smell, are you tricking me?” “Why would I do that?” Jade shrugged. “I am not your enemy.” “How would I know that? I have never met you before.” Lana retorted. “That's the feral leaf. The main component of the feral leaf induces rage during the full moon, rage beyond compare.”

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever