Three Leaves Clover Novels & Stories

The silver leaf didn't drift; it danced. It defied the gravity of this new, vibrant world, spiraling down from the heights of the marble tree until it touched the soft, clover-covered earth. As it landed, the light it emitted didn't fade—it expanded, thickening into the shape of a woman.

William could not believe how comforted he felt being in the presence of the person that had originally put him in a foul mood. He glances at the bookmark, lightly brushing the clover pressed onto it with his thumb. A four leaf clover represents luck and is a means to ward off evil. Likely a coincidence but William couldn't help feeling pleased with such a gift. "Well... thank you for the bookmark." Mikhail blushes from William's words, catching William off guard as his cheeks began to heat in response. William clears his throat in attempt to hide his embarrassment, coughing lightly in his fist only for Mikhail to chuckle in reply.

} “I realized something early on. Fredrich could ascend at any moment. He confirmed it that not even death could take me from under his control. So, I want to make an effort too” {The Blue five leaf clover is a good herb but the pureness of the herb can cause an opposite effect. Are you sure you still want to consume it?} “Since you’re growing it, you know how to utilize it, don’t you? By the way, I am curious. Why haven’t you ascended yet, despite living for such a long time?” {The answer to that question, I can’t give you today. But meeting you, I think I have regained my motivation so I am thankful for your presence. I will ask someone to harvest a few for you. Why don’t you come in?}

The view stretched out endlessly with waves of grass rolling into the night, dotted with tiny white flowers and rare covers that glimmered faintly under moonlight. "There", I said, pointing to a patch near a jutting slab of rock. The girl hurried forward and knelt, fingers brushing through the leaves before she carefully and deliberately plucked two perfect four-leaf clovers. The carelessness she had shown earlier was gone now as her movements were precise as if she knew exactly what she was doing. I folded my arm, studying her. "Only two?". I asked. "That will be enough, Your Majesty". But she didn't look up even once as if meeting my eyes would shatter her composure.

My mother gave her an encouraging look. Marni cleared her throat. “Bird’s Foot Trefoil. Found in Eurasia and North Africa. Yellow, five leaflets, the central three held above the rest. It’s good to use to feed animals, since it doesn’t cause any bloating. It’s typically found in prairies and open areas. It’s considered an invasive species, brought to the States by farmers. In the wild it grows densely, choking out the sunlight for native vegetation.” We all stared at her, stunned by the wealth of information. Xavier blinked, awe on his face. “God, you’re so smart.”

"Yes, Mr. Thorne." Thorne found Thea in the courtyard and saw her earnestly searching for a four-leaf clover. Thea looked adorable and innocent, causing Thorne to involuntarily smile. "What were you looking for?" "I found a four-leaf clover for you." Thea stood up and ran to Thorne. She took his hand and opened her palm, handing him a four-leaf clover. "Thorne, I give you today's luck." Thorne clenched his fingers tightly, protecting the four-leaf clover tightly, but his mouth was filled with grievances, “Today, I don't want luck, I want love."

Bria nagged at him while she continued to wipe her tears with her arm. It made his heart melt. And it hurts him that this caring little girl he had to leave. “Don’t be sad Bria, you already saved me, not even me. But also this tiny four-leaf clover.” He spread his fingers, and there she saw the little four-leaf clover that was lying on his palm. Her eyes widened and lit up by what she was seeing right now. “Wow! You did it, Dart! You found a four-leaf clover. Yey! This is amazing!” she said while jumping and cheering.

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—

I ask the witch when she reaches into the trunk of a car she’s somehow driven through the closely planted trees. She hands me a cardboard tray packed with a dozen peat pots, each with a single white teardrop leaf poking from the soil. “This particular crop? Revenge.” She grins, and in that moment, with a last ray of evening sunlight filtering through the canopy and lighting her face in mellow gold, she doesn’t seem old at all. She seems vital and alive and very, very dangerous.

The air wrapped around us, each gust whispering secrets from centuries before. Among the soft shrubs, we found several valuable herbs: Nightspine root—used for pain relief and sleep, though dangerous in high doses. Moonleaf clover—extremely rare, glowing faintly under shade, known to boost a Wolf's recovery speed after shifting. Then, there was crimson tendril, a curling plant with deep red veins that only grew after rainfall—potent in healing, but toxic if harvested before its bloom. Each discovery brought a jolt of excitement. Neva was thrilled. She pawed at the ground gently when she sensed something rare, careful not to damage the roots. We made a good team.