Acier Black Clover Novels & Stories

By the time a strangler vine has rooted down on the ground and can survive independently, it has already strangled and killed its host DEVIL SMILE (attack type) is a soul-sucking sentient plant. It has pristine white buds of a flower. It only blooms by the presence of breath. Whoever saw the blooming of its flower will have its soul trap for the plant's nourishment. ACHILLEA (medicinal type) is a towering grass as tall as an adult man with white spots and can be used in stopping blood flow from wounds. BLOODY MARY TREE (weapon type) is a weeping tree that activates every full moon. Its red sap was akin to a tear, and so it was named that way. Its red sap resembles an amber and can be used as

And—her stomach twisted—the sharp, oily scent of wolfsbane. She barely had time to react before they appeared. Three figures emerged from the trees, dressed in dark tactical gear, faces masked by scarves. Their eyes were cold. Professional. And they carried weapons that screamed not your average hunting trip — silver-tipped crossbows, blades etched with symbols, and small canisters that hissed faintly with vaporized wolfsbane. The tallest hunter, a woman with stark silver hair braided down her back, raised her crossbow but didn’t fire. Her eyes locked onto Lilith—calculating, curious.

(Katriona) “WE were told that you get cold easily, that's why we specially prepared this cloak for you. Here. Put this on, city girl.” I clenched my hands when the women tossed the silver cloak on the ground. It reeked of ‘Sariah’, a beautiful white and blue flower with its thirteen leaves. It was as big as a fist. It used to be my favorite flower until I got a hold of it and fell ill. Now, I could only admire it from afar but I would never dare touch it again.

"If a kiss won't work, how do we save him?" "We must use a two-part combination of herbs and your fated bond," my dad said, a sharp, spark of hope lighting up his hardened features as he reached into a leather pouch on his belt, pulling out an old, yellowed piece of parchment detailing rare botanical mixtures. "We must neutralize the effect of the poison first. There is an ancient, legendary antidote known as the Midnight Root. It is effective for curing any poisoning that has to do with loss of memory. It is a rared flower that grows only in the freezing, monster-infested outer valleys of the Crystalvale peaks, completely hidden in the crags where the sun never shines."

Securing the vial tightly, I stored it safely in my bag and smiled, "Now, only one more remains!" The final element was situated a bit further into the woods, near the cliff edge. This is also the most significant element. Upon reaching the cliff, I looked down, and there they were! The rare black dragon roses. They are unlike any other roses, black in colour, and twice the size of ordinary roses. They are uniquely found only within the confines of the dark forest's cliff! After setting my bag down, I carefully approached the cliff edge, which was somewhat slick from an unexpected rain shower.

The wolf began to shift and the wolves that had been running with him stopped back at the tree line, as if he had told them to. A minute later I was looking at the new Alpha Zachary. Was this his sister or something? No … she said she was an orphan… “Get the fuck away from my Luna,” he yelled, seething. The she-wolf backed away from me, but also away from him. Suddenly two men fell from the sky, literally, making us all jump. “Vampires,” the she-wolf said, leaping away from them. I could tell right away by how they were dressed that they were Shadows. All black clothes, black combat boots.

waiting at the finish line. "Is this the 'Violet-Winter' again, Avery?" Silas asked, his eyes reflecting the new, indigo sky. "No, Dad," Avery replied, her own skin beginning to glow with a soft, "Natural-Amber" light. "This is the 'Violet-Spring.' And this time, we aren't 'Borrowing' the flowers. We’re 'Growing' them."

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

Luckily for me though, Sienna wasn't around when I got in, and after taking a shower, I spent about an hour and some studying and doing assignments before going to sleep and dreaming of beautiful green grass and a barefooted mother and son running in it hand in hand in the morning sun. The first face I saw when I got into class, Virginia. Today, she wasn't in her usual neutral or earth coloured clothes but something else. Something that, on her, seemed a little to bright, even though it wasn't all that bright. It just seemed off. I had no problem with people trying new things, especially not after what Alex told me the previous night, but her bright purple sequined dress just seemed...the on