Acier Black Clover Novels & Stories

She flipped it around so both Erin and Jada could see it. Jada released a sigh, mesmerized seeing the blue glow around the root. She analyzed the piece with her artistic eyes and immediately recognized it as a herb unlike any she had encountered in all her years of practice as a herbalist in her former settlement, before arriving at Arcana Hills. "What is that?" Erin asked while Jada remained fixated on the image. "It's called the Acheron root. It is to vampires what wolfsbane is to wolves," Chensa explained. Dean Carol stepped forward and placed her hands gently on Jada's shoulders, snapping her out of her trance. "We have missions for you, and it starts with transferring from Arcana Hills

It was a cataract over the eye of the universe, and as it descended, the vibrant colors of the Silver Peaks began to fade. "Nyx?" Kaelen’s voice was small, but it carried the melodic resonance of a thousand glass bells. Nyx stepped out of the shadows, his blackened bone-armor looking dull in the grey light. He knelt beside the boy, his gaze fixed on the anomaly in the sky. As the leader of the Shadow Claws, he had seen every horror the Council could conjure, but this was different. This wasn't an attack; it was a deletion. "The air is turning to ash, little King," Nyx whispered. He reached out to touch a violet lily blooming in a crack of the balcony. As his fingers approached, the flower tu

“Yes, I…” “Yes, Alpha. Correct yourself,” he commanded, sinking into his chair. I gritted my teeth, pinching my fingers. I wouldn’t be using that title for long. “Yes, Alpha.” There couldn’t be more detest in my voice. “Where is the antidote?” There was no way I was telling him that but I decided to divert a bit. “The antidote is a flower called smokegoose, no one knows the original name but that’s what everyone calls it. It’s a black flower normally found in the darkest caves. Most of the caves they are found are usually near Dorcha Azonos and so far we’ve only found three with an unlimited supply of them.”

I nodded at him, but my peripheral vision caught something humanoid hiding behind a charred tree. “The cloak!” I cried, recognizing the garment worn by the witch murderer instantly. Without thought, I guided my horse to that direction, galloping past a confused Alpha Aaron. “Queen Serena!” he called behind me, but I was already too far ahead to even give him an explanation. By the time I arrived on the spot, the cloaked person was nowhere in sight. What remained was the charred tree and a small stone next to the roots enveloped in a blue fire. “A rune,” Alpha Aaron said behind me. He was definitely quick with catching up with me.

"As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways." He pauses to stare at each and everyone of us and continues. "You all know your partners, you have till the end of the day to submit your plants. You may all go." We all rise and head to the big gates which sep

It will be brief. Shielding herself with a heavy, fur-lined cloak, Avery ventured into the biting drizzle. The path to the High Cairn was slick with ancient moss and fresh ice. But as she crested the final rise toward the burial stones, her wolf-instincts flared. A figure clad in midnight-black stood loitering near the sacred monolith. The scent was wrong—it didn't carry the pine-and-iron mark of the Montgomery, nor the floral sharpness of the Vale. He smelled of damp earth and old, forgotten shadows. Who but a high-ranking wolf of this territory would dare tread on the Great Alpha’s resting place?

“Really? You’re not mad?” “Why would I be mad?” I smiled, unbuckling the spare helmet and holding it out to him. “A ride it is. Hop on. I’ve got a good route planned.” We left the noise of the campus and the city behind, heading out toward the winding country roads. I took us through open farmland—long, quiet stretches of dark ground flanked by rolling green hills, old timber fences, and dense lines of pine trees. The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the strong scent of wet grass and pine needles.

Malignant claw toxin… Northern wind herb… Purification… I leaned closer, forcing myself to focus. The scroll described a poison strikingly similar to Mira’s condition, along with a rare cure that could only be found in the far north, on Black Wind Mountain. The herb was called Antidote Grass, nourished by harsh winds and spiritual storms. It was said to draw corrupted energy out of the body and cleanse even the deepest toxins. Immediately, I summoned Beta Dexter and some top warriors of the Special Forces to my study. “I’m heading north,” I announced over his shocked face. “To Black Wind Mountain.”

Kaynon asked, curious as to why it was not common knowledge for all wolves to know the remedies for silver. "It's an herb that no one would think of to work against silver. Though I'm not sure if it grows wild this far north. Lemon Verbena, the humans use it in their cooking, but it'll help slow the spread but it won't neutralize it completely. We'll have to trust her wolf is strong enough to fight it off." Ciaran explained. "How has no one heard about this?" Kaynon asked. "It was only recently discovered by another wolf's mate that lives within my pack, she happens to be his half sister." Ciaran informed, Kaynon nodded in understanding.

"Thanks, Avery. You didn't have to." Avery sat beside them, trying to hide her disinterest in their herbal discussions. "So, what's new with you two?" Adam enthusiastically continued, "Dad found some rare herbs! Eryndor's Root and Luminaria." Sebastian added, "And Adam here claims he discovered a Nightbloom Flower." Avery's expression turned queasy. "Herbs, again? Please, can we talk about something else? You know it makes me nauseous." Sebastian chuckled. "Sorry, sis. We'll change the subject."