Leaf Stories Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I remember.” “Good. The leaves here should give you a perfect visual. Let’s see if you can grow one.” Leesa stared at the pointy, jagged-edged leaves, taking in every detail of their waxy, dark green surface. “Blitha egras sumuss,” she said slowly, fixing her gaze on a spot near the end of one of the closest branches.

I know what’s at stake. Moving quickly, I navigate through the overgrown path, careful not to make too much noise. Every shadow feels like a pair of eyes watching me, but I force my legs forward. It doesn’t take long before I spot Blissleaf. The plant is smaller than I expected, its silvery leaves shimmering faintly under the moonlight. It grows in clusters near the base of a fallen tree, hidden beneath tangled roots. I crouch down, reaching for the delicate stems. My fingers graze the leaves—

My breath came in short gasps. Tears strolled down my eyes. I couldn't help but whisper, “Best birthday gift, ever. ”

"You guys okay?" "We will be, go," Leaf smiled and winked at me. "Thanks, guys," "Love you!" Leaf shrieked. I chuckled. I stood up and ran deeper into the aisle. The heels of my boots clacked against the wooden floor. Books were floating in the air. I looked at the shelves, the books were neatly arranged in alphabetical order. I saw a book, a beautiful blue book with white Italian writing, 'NAMES'. I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it.

Each leaf represented faith, hope, love, and luck—gifts to the finder. A perfect drop of dew clung to the clover’s edge, a tiny sphere reflecting Anna’s own face. It was grating, yet peaceful—though the sadness in her eyes was unmistakable. As she gazed at the clover, the air around it seemed to shift, as if something was stirring beneath the surface.

I could still hear the murmur of the others talking, concern colouring the tone of their conversation, but I pushed away the feeling of being watched and spoken about. I breathed in a lungful of bitterly cold air. I felt it fog against my lips as I exhaled. But my next breath was warmer, and my next one warmer still. I opened my eyes, right as Rhiannon gasped. “The leaves!” I looked up. Buds were bobbling along the branches of the tree, unfurling before my eyes into bright green leaves, which grew darker the longer I watched. Compound leaves, I noted distantly. It was an ash.

The tone can be described as quite indifferent and distant. But Jaden still replied with one. Jaden: The crisis in my company has been resolved. Today, I obtained the sacred herb that Rhett mentioned, Heartleaf. Lorraine: That's really good news, congratulations to you. Jaden: This divine grass was given to me by my teacher, but my teacher refused to say who gave it to him. Lorraine: Really? Jaden: Have you seen this herb before? When Rhett said it, I noticed that you didn't seem surprised.

I drew a sprig of silverleaf from the basket, its pale edges catching the light. “Every healer begins by naming what they touch,” I said, holding the leaf high. “Silverleaf for calm.” Their small voices rose together, uneven but eager. I smiled as the sound rolled through the yard. “Again,” I said, and this time their rhythm matched. The chant rang out, their breath joining the morning air. I walked among them, handing each pup a leaf. “You hold more than a plant,” I said. “You hold a promise. The earth gives what you honor, and she remembers the words spoken in her name.”

A shift. A flicker of light. And then… A leaf drifted from a tree above us. Not unusual on its own. But this leaf… It glowed. Faintly. Softly. Silver at the edges. Floating down like a tiny falling star. It landed on Frynn’s palm, and the glow pulsed once before dying. He looked at me slowly. “This is… not an ordinary leaf.” “No,” I whispered, breath caught. “It’s a sign.” “From the Old Ones?” He asked.

She can read and communicate with trees. She dropped her hand in frustration. The tree has nothing useful to say or she is not looking in the right direction. Dammit! Normally, each leaf has a story to tell, they just need a listening ear. Though it's not complete sentences and is often chopped words or images that can be misinterpreted, Willow has learned to decipher them... well almost.