Leaf Stories Novels & Stories

He takes one of his own healthy leaves and places it gently on top of the rust-red cutting. “Share,” he says, very serious. “Like we do in school.” The healthy leaf shivers, then dissolves, not dying, but becoming sugar that sinks into the rust-red leaves. The cutting shudders. A rust-red leaf falls, then another, replaced almost instantly by a small silver one that is pale, but silver. Share? the cutting asks through the crown, voice even hoarser than Hinge was at first. Share, Hinge answers from twelve feet away, deep and clear now, and keep story.

It landed in Ama's hand beside the tiny green sprout. The leaf was enormous. Larger than a ship. Yet impossibly light. Veins of silver. Edges of gold. A heart glowing blue. And at its center... A pulse of living green. Ama slowly looked upward. Her breath caught. The Tree could not be seen. Not because it was hidden. Because it was too vast. Its roots held galaxies like drops of rain. Its branches carried entire universes as blossoms. Every leaf contained countless lives. Every fruit... A possibility.

I stood, brushing past a glowing crimson vine coiled around a stone pillar and once again, I realized that it was something I had never seen before, not even in the Werewolf Realm. Before I could study them more, Pearl tugged my hand. “Liza, what about this one?” She pointed to a squat, wide-leafed plant with orange-tipped edges, a plant I did recognize. “Ah, this one,” I mused, kneeling. “Okay, so this is called Fireleaf. Fireleaf has strong healing properties. Its smoke calms the body, and its leaves seal wounds quickly. But if it's overused, it dulls the senses and…”

Dozens of porcelain faces. Watching. Waiting. The blue light flowing through the Witness Tree brightened until every crystal branch glowed like frozen lightning. Then, from somewhere high within the enormous silver canopy... A single leaf appeared. The first leaf on the tree in countless centuries. It drifted silently downward... ...and landed at Adrian's feet. The moment it touched the bridge— A child's voice whispered through the cavern. "The first memory has chosen its keeper." The silver leaf rested motionless on the bridge. Its delicate surface shimmered like frost beneath moonlight, yet it refused to move with the gentle breeze flowing through the cavern.

And still, the hair on my arms stood up. I stepped closer slowly, each footstep soft against the rug. I didn’t touch it at first. Just looked. No note. No wax seal. No symbol to claim it. Curiosity beat out caution. I lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in a bed of black silk, was a single pressed leaf. Silver, delicate, and preserved with care. Not painted silver—naturally that way. A rare tree from the northern forests produced them under moonlight once a season. The kind of thing that didn’t just fall into someone’s pocket. It had to be found. Chosen.

Walking down the halls, I discover that it looks like a cave system, in which these places are where the folks of Leafland lived. "There are no trees like the trees of this land," Isilm said. "They do not fall in the autumn but turn to bullion. They do not fall until the spring when the new green opens, and then the boughs are abundant with hydrangeas; and the floor of the timber is gorgeous, and the roof is crystal green, and the foundations are of silver, for the snarl of the trees is smooth and grey."

he announced. Natasha's jaw dropped in awe as she opened her eyes and took in the surroundings. Hayden's Garden was a magical sight to behold. The garden was adorned with vibrant flowers, their petals unfurling in delicate hues of pink, purple, and white. But it was the leaves that stole the show. The leaves seemed to come alive, transforming into ethereal sources of light. Each leaf glowed gently, casting a soft and enchanting illumination throughout the garden. The colors ranged from pale greens to brilliant blues, creating a mesmerizing dance of hues that captivated the senses.

She would tell me when the time was right. As I stood on the balcony admiring the view after pulling out of the mind link with Ray, a leaf blew from somewhere, onto the balcony & into my chest. I pulled it off of my chest & felt what could only be described as tingles. Not mate bond tingles, but the kind of tingles that you might expect sparkles to feel like. It then began glowing & writing appeared on it. Cool trick right? It read that Lily would be up in an hour to get me for breakfast before training & that the wardrobe had been filled with clothing for me. Knowing that, I laid the leaf on the balcony table & went inside to shower, excited for the day & ready to enjoy my temporary stay he

"You're a smart woman, Lillith. And I'm telling you the truth. Can we keep walking? You'll believe me when you see." Lillith followed after him. She was filled with so much curiosity. She noticed that all the leaves had turned red where they were. Her mouth hung open as she stared. She cut a leaf and it bloomed again. She laughed in wonderment as she stared at the red leaf in her hand. It was so beautiful with white veiny lines in it. "This is really beautiful, Leon." "Wait till you see the lilies," Leon quipped. He looked really excited. She stared at him, watching as he skipped down the rest of the way. She lifted her gown and hurried after him as she was filled with a child-like enthusias

Layla said and my eyes widened. "What?? No way!" I whined. They all laughed at me. "C'mon, Alex. The rain is gonna come soon." I sighed in defeat, "Fine." slouching my back I walked towards the giant tree and then climbed. I don't know what kind of tree this is but it has big leaves. It was so fascinating. The thing is, this thing was a bit heavy. How can a leaf weigh more than a pound? What is this thing? I sighed and just shrugged my shoulders then continued picking leaves and using my powers I let the leaves fall into the lower ground slowly.