Acier Black Clover Novels & Stories

He asked as his gaze lingered for a moment on Lillian’s flushed, beautiful face. I stepped forward and answered flatly. “This is Clara, our head botanist and a respected elder of the pack. And her daughter, Lillian, our head healer, whom you….remarked upon earlier.” “Ah, the healer,” Kael said, with a slow smile on his lips. “Yes.” His attention then shifted to the shelves of plants. He moved toward them with a genuine interest as he examined the specimens. He pointed to a plant with a silvery, wool like leaves. “This is the one. Moon - blossom. It is said to only blossom where the moon’s magic is strongest.”

Blake is a rogue who has been trying to persuade me to get involved with him for months now. Blake is more audacious than I thought. His grip tightened, and I felt myself being lifted off the ground. I was trapped, helpless, and in agony. I closed my eyes and waited for the end, hoping it would come quickly. A loud fierce growl echoed all of a sudden seizing Blake’s action. A massive black wolf appeared from the shadows blazing with dominance as he burned his piercing eyes at Blake who had paused. Blake sneered but his confidence didn’t seem to match the wolf who seemed unfazed by Blake’s daggers.

Iris said. Had I said the pack name aloud? “What? What about them?” “Claudia’s blood shows sign of acetone, specifically a type derived from Rubiaceae, which is in the bedstraw family. The only reliable source of bedstraw is a medicinal nursery specific to the deep south Ravencrest Territory.” I looked down at Mother and again felt alarmed by her shallow skin. “Why would she have bedstraw in her blood? It is poisonous?” “Some varieties are, though typically to livestock, not wolves—or humans, for that matter. Some are edible, such as coffea Arabica.”

"Now is not the time to blame each other; we need to find a herb called Blood Clover, a species of the clover family that has a bright red color and is extremely rare." Diana doubted; she frowned. “Blood Clover? What is it? Why have I never heard of it?” “Rare than a four-leaf clover?” Evelyn asked. Lagan stroked his face, unable to hide his fatigue, answering the above two questions. "It is a scarce medicinal herb, which many people don't know is also normal; in the world, there are not many plants." The room was so quiet that even a strand of hair could make a sound, and we were all the same, extremely nervous.

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.

‘Then why are you looking at their roots and covering them back’ Natasha asked. ‘You know their age through their roots’ nara said ‘snow grass has a life span of 100 years, the snow grass they are taking is about 50-60 years’. ‘Wow I guess it’s true, healers and witches go crazy for herbs’ ivory murmured opening the map she held. Ivory noticed a blue dot at the entry point of chex on the map, straining her eyes she looked at it carefully. ‘This wasn’t there before’ ivory thought.

I whispered, feeling dubious of his suggestion. "There's an herb native to this area only, Juliana. It's strong enough to put them all into comas if they ingest it." Chasel crouched to the floor and began to draw in the dirt with his finger. I joined him, squatting down. "It's shaped like this, and it has a tinge of emerald or chartreuse green on the very edges. Like Sambucus, the majority is so dark green that it almost appears black. The plant is also known as 'Black Beauty'."

The Academy of Asterveil's gardens were vast and ancient, filled with flowers that bloomed in impossible colors and trees that whispered secrets to those who knew how to listen. Clara didn't know how to listen. She didn't want to. She just wanted to sit in the quiet and pretend, for a few minutes, that she was still invisible. "This spot is taken." Clara looked up. Aldric Solenne stood in front of her, arms crossed, a familiar look of barely concealed irritation on his face. "There are plenty of other benches," Clara said mildly. "None with this particular view." Aldric gestured at the flower bed behind Clara. "The roses are remarkable this time of year."

He took his cloak off and placed the herbs down on it before he began to grind them into a paste with a loose stone. “A man called Aaron.” “He was their Alpha,” Kai murmured, putting more force into the sludge. Once he was satisfied with the paste, he smeared it over his cloak before wrapping it around the burns on my shoulders and back. I sniffed. “Broadleaf?” I asked, impressed that he knew what the plant was for. For the first time since he returned, Kai looked me in the eyes and smirked, “I paid attention when you were working. I’m not just a pretty boy you know?”

They reached the hidden town clinic just before dawn. Grace—the old shifter doctor and trusted friend—worked fast under harsh lamp light. Her face darkened as she examined the wound. “Blackthorn poison,” she muttered. “Rare. Slow kill. Heart stops in days.” Kael went still. “The antidote,” Grace continued, “is moonflower root mixed with Silverfang blood. But the root only grows in the sacred cave to the east. Guarded by an old neutral pack. Fierce. They don’t allow strangers.”