Leaf Logic Novels & Stories

"I've been so into myself that I forgot you were meeting Alpha Degar today. I'm so sorry about that. How did it go?" His eyes darkened, "My haunch was right. That leaf does not belong in Naturiah. Also, Degar had to pull so many strings to get real information about that leaf. Turns out that it can be used to hide smells. That was why we never get the scent of the killer. He used those scentless leaves to conceal his scent." "Wow," she turned to face him, "This killer must be very skilled and intelligent. Something like that would surely be rare to find. I wonder where he found it..."

"Can I?" Her lips pressed together, but she nodded regardless. I focused my attention back on them, reaching my hand to touch one of them, with deep black leaves and purple veins. Recognition flashed in me almost immediately. "Ravenleaf, right?" I glanced at her, "To stop bleeding?" She nodded, though the slight pinching of her brows showed she was not expecting me to know.

The single green leaf on the Heartroot Tree felt like a miracle, it was small, but in that vast, dead valley, it was the loudest thing Liora had ever seen and for a whole day, they just rested near the tree, watching the colour slowly creep back into the land around it. The air lost its heavy, soupy feeling and began to smell of clean earth and growing things. It was Finn who put it into words. He was staring at the leaf, a strange look on his face. "It's not enough, is it?"

It was a tree that had grown so long and large that it was getting to the window of the room. The leaf became so beautiful in my eyes, inwardly I had already felt it and it was soft that one could mistake it for cotton. Just then, I knew that was the missing ingredient. I walked over and plucked it. I wasn't sure I used this the last time but I am now. When I was done plucking it, I dropped it in the mixture and smiled at Liam, “And that's all,” “Are you sure?” Liam asked with an unsure expression on his face. I knew it was because of the leaf that I had plucked but I replied to him,

I crouched down gently, brushing aside a cluster of leaves. “Like this,” I said, picking one. I held it up slightly. “See the edges?” I pointed. “Sharp. Slightly jagged. That usually means it has a strong effect.” One of the guards leaned in a little. “And the color?” he asked. I flipped the leaf over. “Silver underneath,” I said. “That’s another sign. It’s not always exact, but it helps narrow things down.” They watched closely. Listening. Actually listening. Something about that caught me off guard.

The silver leaf didn't drift; it danced. It defied the gravity of this new, vibrant world, spiraling down from the heights of the marble tree until it touched the soft, clover-covered earth. As it landed, the light it emitted didn't fade—it expanded, thickening into the shape of a woman.

“Sure.” She held out the glowing leaves in front of me and it was a wonder my eyes didn’t fall off their sockets. I would have thought she was tricking me if she hadn’t clearly mentioned it’s use. Fae couldn’t really lie, right? Then why was this one so eager to share such important secrets with me? I slowly took the leaves in my hand and looked down to see how they were glowing in my hands. I felt a soothing cold sensation in my hand and knew for certain that she was saying the truth. This plant was really magical!

“It is about listening. Plants speak, they respond to touch and they remember how they are treated.” He stopped near my table, lifting a small tray holding dried leaves and pale petals. “Today, we begin with identification and handling. No magic. No enhancement. Just observation.” He placed a sample before each of us. As I reached out, a faint sting brushed my fingertips again, it was subtle this time. I hesitated only a second before touching the leaf. Nothing happened, still, my pulse quickened. “This,” Eryn began, “is frostleaf. Mild analgesic when prepared correctly. Poisonous when rushed.”

Ronan lifted the paper in his hand and rolled it open, showing it to me. My eyes widened the second I saw the drawing. I didn’t recognize it at first, it was some kind of strange plant with dark, spiky leaves sketched in ink. I took it from him, brows furrowing. “What is this, Ronan?” “This is the Nifht shade black leaf,” he said, in a serious tone. “It’s extremely poisonous. Jeff didn’t even let me take a sample with me. He just drew everything. This is what it looks like. And a sample of this… was found in Selene’s blood.”

When I opened them, I looked up through the thick leaves—and those leaves caught my attention. “Kays,” I called again, and he turned once more. “Are those… by any chance the same leaves that… you know… they gave us at the auction?” I asked, blushing as the image of his fingers inside me flashed through my mind, sending heat straight to my cheeks. The guardian took a closer look and confirmed it. “Yes, those are blissleaf,” the mage said with a snort. I saw Vasmiya’s face turn red too, clearly remembering her own sinful urges under its effect. And suddenly an interesting thought struck me. I had to know.