Three Leaves Clover Novels & Stories

And as far as Catherine could remember, according to Irish tradition, those who found a four-leaf growth were destined for good luck, as each petal in the clover symbolizes good omens for faith, hope, love, and luck for the finder. A perfect sphere of clique dew crowned the leaf, reflecting a picture of Catherine's face: grated and peaceful, yet the sadness was recognizable. When she flipped back the coin, the form of the mysterious man had freed himself and journeyed over to the cloverleaf, stirring the growth of a powerful root and even blurring the edges. She couldn't tell up from down. Her vision was blurry. And she felt dizzy. Her heart was beating faster and she was not sure if she was

Seeing Nash’s expression of disdain, she chuckled, "It’s as delicate and precious as a princess. You need to treat it carefully." Nash held Nina’s coat and gently reminded her, "Just be careful. If it gets damaged, we can always find another one. But you can’t get hurt, understand? I can’t face Orion if anything happens to you." "Okay," Nina replied with a smile, but she handled the clover with extreme care. The roots of the Seven-Leaf Clover were fragile, likely due to the cold, damp environment it grew in. Nina carefully dug up the entire plant, taking extra soil to keep it from drying out on the way back.

She studied it, flipping it back and forth, unable to look away, even as she felt the dirt beneath her fingertips. She turned her attention to her right hand, where a fresh four-leaf clover had sprung up. Its leaves were bright and vivid, a stark contrast to the medallion. Anna remembered the Irish legend: finding a four-leaf clover was a sign of good luck. Each leaf represented faith, hope, love, and luck—gifts to the finder.

"Now." "Prince Levante," Supreme Beta spoke quickly again, "His Majesty asked for three herbs. I already sent people for Moontears and Whisper Moss. But we can't get Sun-drop Lily within three hours!" "Sun-drop Lily?" "Yes. For Miss Serenity. Since you are in the south, maybe you can get it." My eyes narrowed instantly. "Send me the location." "Okay. Please be careful. They only grow in caves or places where no sunlight reaches. You will recognize them as soon as you see them. Their shape is almost like droplets of tears. Luminous and growing in batches. And—"

I move fast but low, scanning for movement, for scent, for the shift of fur in shadow but there is no pack hunters crashing through underbrush yet. Ten paces past the oak. I count. One. Two. Three.... My lungs still burn from the run here. My hands are sticky with dried blood. Eight. Nine. Ten. There. A cluster of delicate white blossoms pushes through the dirt beside a jagged rock. Yarrow. I drop to my knees and tear at the stems, ripping up as much as I can without pausing to be gentle. "Good," Eira murmurs faintly in my mind. "Now comfrey. Move deeper to the west and look for broad leaves shaped like tongues."

Death was far too common to make such promises. “Miss Luna,” they whispered, getting her attention. “I have something to give you.” They touched a leaf from the vines hanging off their head. Instantly, the leaf curled itself around their wooden finger. With a light pull, the leaf came off and dried itself, still in a perfect ring. They held it out in their open palm to her. Hesitantly, Claire reached out and picked up the leaf. Confused, she looked back at the dryad, who wore a soft expression. “If you wish to get in contact with me, burn the ring beginning at the petiole.” Claire nodded, pocketing the gift carefully. “Good luck, Miss Luna.”

Inside its crystal pendant was a four-leaf clover. A memory rushed back to her. Back then, a younger version of me had sat with her by the river. "Why do you want to die?" I asked. "Nobody likes me. There's no point in being alive," she answered. "What? Then don't die. How about this? I'll like you." "Really?" "Really. Make a wish on this four-leaf clover. When I grow up, I'll come find you and make your wish come true." Thinking about this, Amelia felt her heart shatter. She couldn't understand what she had been doing all this time. All she could think about was getting me back.

When I arrive, Christopher and Fanella are also seated having breakfast. I’m about to tell them what happened last night, when the door bursts open and four sprites with four leprechaun mates come racing into the room. “Mother, mother look.” “Isn’t it beautiful?” “It’s a four-leaf clover.” “Because they are lephrechauns.” The girls all rush to their mother, showing the glowing mark on their chest, over their hearts. It is indeed a four-leaf clover. I look over at their four mates, who are also proudly wearing their glowing rings on their chests.

His sharp eyes scanned the garden, taking in every detail. I shook my head slightly and crouched near a cluster of silver-blue leaves. “Stormpetal,” I said, remembering the textbook. “It reacts to body heat. You have to pluck it fast, or it shocks you.” Darien nodded. “Correct.” I reached out quickly and yanked a stem. A tiny spark bit my fingers, but I got it. One down. The others weren’t as easy. Bloodroot Lily hid under thorny vines that lashed out if you breathed wrong. Asterleaf only showed itself in patches of moonlight, and we had to wait for the clouds to shift.

She was just a kid and she, much to Jonathan's disappointment, still hates Jonathan to the core. The moment Stefani turned her back to Jonathan and walked away from him, she quietly fished out a four-leaf clover from her jacket's pocket. She tried searching for this leaf for hours but still failed to find one. However, when she returned from a potty break before dinner, she found a four-leaf clover beside her plate. When she glanced around, about to ask who was it who placed the said leaf, her eyes stopped at Jonathan and noticed a few grass remnants and leaves hanging around his clothes. Holding the clover up, Stefani looked around. Knowing no one was around, Stefani stared at the leaf with