Leafwing Base Novels & Stories

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…”

The words burst from me, a surge of triumph making me scramble toward the edge of a rocky ledge where a lone, silvered flower bloomed in the sun. He was beside me in an instant, his expression softening with a gentle regret. "That's a Silverwink. A close cousin, but not our blossom." He pointed to the leaves. "See how the edges are rounded? The Moonless Blossom’s leaves are pointed, like daggers." Disappointment washed over me, sharp and cold. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. Pushing myself back to my feet, I brushed the dirt and grit from my knees.

Around me, herbs begin to stir, soft petals swaying even though the air is still. The greenhouse responds to my intent. “Lunar root,” I whisper. “Starvine. Wyrmleaf. Balmflower....” The leaves shimmer, rising ever so slightly. My fingers graze the petals, not plucking, not grinding. Just… inviting. I close my eyes and feel for the pulse of our bond. There.... It is faint and flickering. But still burning.

I hope that news will at least distract her, even if my beast is still clawing at my skull with the anger he has no idea where to direct. Something at the bottom of the golden wreath catches my eye and I lean in closer to get a better look. five silver flowers poke up from amidst the wolfsbane. In the centre is a lily, either side of that a daffodil, and beside each daff is a daisy.

Judging from its appearance it was given the name of Victoria's Pulsing Heart As per the sparking flower at the side, it must be the Starry Daffodil base from the name itself. The other one should be the Seven-Petaled Jasmine, while the plant beside it should be the Prickly Nettle. The Prickly Nettle has pretty, heart-shaped leaves but its stem is covered with tiny, stiff hairs that were said to release Prickly chemicals when touched. On the corner, there is a container with a wiggling creature inside it. There is only one ingredient that matches it, and that is the Elfian Worms. There is also a small gourd place next to it. That should contain the Purifying Water which is specifically fetch

I wake up to a finger stroking my cheek and someone is playing with my ponytail. I take a deep breath in, they are all still here with me. I sit up and look out the window. It doesn’t look any different than when we were here the other day. It’s a clearing similar to the one behind the packhouse that the students use, but the twenty foot circular patch of wolfsbane lies in wait. The tall plants are deceivingly beautiful with their long pointed leaves scaling up each stalk meeting up to brilliant purple trumpet shaped blooms. Even with the pointy leaves the plant looks soft and unassuming as it sways in the breeze blowing off the ocean a few miles away.

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—

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

She needed it to save this girl, a daughter, a hope to both her father and this hidden pack. “There’s no need for such details,” Lyra replied gently, and the girl nodded respectfully, returning the herbs to her. “The Wolfsbane Bloom leaf is a striking sight—deep green blades with velvety purple veins that pulse with life. From its leafy base rises a delicate, star-shaped flower in a soft, silvery hue. The petals curve inward, as though embracing the moonlight, and at its center is a golden glow. The contrast between the dark veins and the ethereal bloom represents the balance between power and fragility in our world,” the Luna described, and the female eyes gleaming with wonder.