Three Leaves Clover Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

I asked him, curiously. "Hmm. It's a secret for now." He answered then head off to the comfort room. I just rebutted it. I walked outside and observe the place. The falling of the dried clover leaves, the semi-black color of the trees' wood and it's brown leaves. The dried leaves that are scattered all over the place and the humming bird in a tree.

I asked changing the subject. “Nine please now I’m going to bed, go and talk to her.” “Can I take a bottle of drink?” I asked half laughing. “No if your hungover tomorrow I’m fucking killing you”. Blake laughed walking backwards towards his yurt, I smiled as he waved me off. I ran my hands over my T-shirt as I walked towards Olivia’s yurt. It was only nine at night and the August weather made the sky pink, the moon slowly rising. I stood in front of Olivia's yurt. There wasn’t a door so I just cleared my throat.

I remarked, though I couldn't help but soften at the sight of her smile. "It's a symbol of good luck, Damon," she explained, her eyes shimmering. "In the pack house, I used to search for these for hours whenever I felt hopeless. I never found one. Not once. And now, today of all days, it was just sitting here by the water. Isn't that strange? I mean... With you, my luck has changed definitely." She looked at the clover and then back at me, her expression turning tender. "They say if you find eleven such leaves, then you can ask for one wish and it fulfills at any cost," Reina told me with a childlike wonder that made my heart flutter.

A four leaf clover. Thinking it might be something in his room I cracked open my door. The security of the late has been lax and my two mutts for guards were nowhere in sight. I had to be quick, who knew when they would be coming back. Crossing the hallway I slipped inside Gabriel's old room. It looked the same as it the day he went missing. Blinking my eyes to adjust to the dark I start searching. After a few minutes I’m starting to feel hopeless when my fingers swim along his nightstand. The four leaf clover symbol, hidden in plain sight rests on the top corner. Pressing down on it a small compartment opens along the side, a 3 digit code needed to access it.

"It's convenient for me if I work as an Airburst in this area." The purple-haired girl replied, staring at the circular plinth of her 3-D club emblem. There is a screen showing a dial with a needle pointing in the 12 o'clock direction under the plinth surface. The background of the dial is a clover, which divides the area into four leaves. One leaf has 'Sticks' written on it, and the other three have 'Leaves' written on them. "That sounds too normal for someone who is coming on too strong like you. Whatever, I'm going to be the one to get the emblem here."

She looked at him with a sweet smile, "Happiness." "Is that so?" Lennon asked. "That's right. In this world, there are only clover, no four—leaf clover. Legend has it that those who possess four—leaf clover will be blessed." After Cassie finished speaking, she smiled as she held onto the Four-Leaf Grass on her chest and looked at him. "I already have the Four-Leaf Grass, so I will be happy." Lennon's footsteps paused slightly as he looked at her with a complicated yet patient gaze.