The Yellow Flash Of The Leaf Novels & Stories

I bet it's the oldest tree in the entire forest. Its emerald cloud of foliage radiates a soft green glow, each leaf lit up, illuminated by the late afternoon light like the panes of stained glass inside the cabin. A gust of wind sends the leaves flickering, and for a moment it looks almost like the tree is leafless and burning with iridescent green fire. The flames lick at the air, dancing hungrily down the ropes towards the love seat, crackling with a vibrant, eerie energy. I stand dumbfounded, realizing that I’m not seeing an illusion caused by the light.

My body is loving the break from all the walking and standing. Then the strangest thing happens, the floor around me comes alive. But it’s not the green of my eyes this time. Or the twined metal and obsidian flowers of the Senator. It’s a liquid yellow. Like a lion’s mane. The color of molten sunlight. Malachi.

But the look on their faces made me assume that something must have happened because they looked so concerned and frightened, so I decided to sneak up on them and find out what they were truly about to do. Because of the persistent lack of sunlight, the leaves growing on the bottom branches of the forest's tall trees have nearly all turned yellow and some have even withered. It's similar to something in the real world that appeared shiny on the outside but was actually corroded when you peeked inside. The crow that flies by singing hymns into this desolate landscape broke the dead silence that permeated the entire forest.

Just a few minutes after the encounter, my lovely mate, Lara, emerged from behind a nearby maple tree. I had seen her earlier, and I knew she would come over when she felt ready. What caught my attention was that during my conversation with Chloe, the leaves on the tree behind Lara had rapidly changed colors from bright green to yellow, then to fiery red and brown. A few leaves even fell off the tree. However, the tree’s leaves reversed back to their original bright green when Chloe walked away, almost as if the tree was responding to Lara’s emotions. From where she was standing, with the aid of her wolf’s enhanced hearing, she would have heard everything.

He looked at me and smiled softly. "The herbs are from the human territory and I know how they work," I answered then picked up the one with yellow leaves. "This one instantly stops someone's bleeding no matter how deep the wound or cut is," I said then put it back into her hand and picked up the one with brown leaves. "This one acts as a toxin to all kinds of poison. But for it to work fast it needs to be mixed with olive oil." I said then put it back and picked up one with dark green leaves.

The cradle rocked in the thick black ink of the harbor, its willow ribs groaning softly as the brine lapped against its hand-carved edges. The single green leaf sitting within its hollow did not wither in the freezing air of the basin; instead, it pulsed with a faint, translucent emerald light that cut through the violet twilight of the clearing. It was a visual anomaly—a piece of absolute, living biology resting in the junk-pile of a dead system's vocabulary.

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.

Thousands of shadows moved soundlessly amongst the black trunks, across tree limbs and through the yellow leaves of the Yellow Leaf forest. no sounds were made or a single yellow leaf was disturbed on the ground, although several thousand mages in full armor were trotting through at full speed. Leaving not even a footprint was left behind.

I followed her gaze. It was a tree, unlike any tree around us; it was huge, it appeared to have its own space in the middle of the forest. The leaves were darker and the veins were glimmering in a faint shade of yellow. Long branches hung downward from the top, giving it an almost otherworldly presence. A leaf fell from it, instead of staying on the ground, it disappeared as soon as it touched the soil. I gasped. I bent down to touch the spot where it disappeared but poked my index finger on a sharp rock that I did not realise was there.

She briefly told them about the vision that she had seen and heard Elias' sharp intake of breath. "Blood leaf," he whispered. A minute frown formed in between her brows as Erica looked at him in confusion. "Blood leaf?" she echoed. Lucien replied, "The name comes from the reddish colour of the leaf and because it is poisonous. The leaves look similar to that of Maple trees, therefore, hardly anyone can differentiate."