Asta Black Clover Voice Actor English Novels & Stories

When the twins said the man screeched like a cat, she thought it was a parody but heeding his voice now made her want to spew with laughter. "The first voice sounds familiar," Ivan announced nearly above a whisper. Shailyn listened closely, the first voice speaking again. "You got her, your precious Azrael ran hysterically. I've fulfilled my part of the deal, where is my damn money Alpha Fergus" The voice gritted in irritation, Shailyn's eyes widened as she instantly recognized the owner.

a voice interjected calmly. Peter and Alexa turned to face who had spoken. The man was tall, lean and wore black pants and a black shirt. A cloak was wrapped around his shoulders. Stubble marked his leathery face. Swords were slung over his back. He was calm but firm and his eyes made it clear he was not prepared to argue. “Pack your things Alexa.” “Who are you?” Alexa asked. “There will be plenty of time to explain on the way. Someone high up in the Black Cloaks has sent for you urgently.”

Who the hell were these people? The one in the black cloak stopped in front of me, lowering himself to my level. Even as he lowered himself, I still felt like I was infront of a giant. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears as he leaned closer. “After so many years, Stefania,” he said, his voice deep and animalistic, with an echo that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ve finally found you.” His voice was unlike anything I had ever heard—distorted, otherworldly, and filled with malice. My throat went dry, and I struggled to speak.

The voice was silky, oozing with humour and threat. Alexander’s breath seized in his throat. “Isabella.” Isabella went forward, the faint click of her boots on the concrete floor ringing in the solitude. She wore a black cloak clinging to her shape, raindrops falling from her dark hair. Clara’s gun was pulled in an instant, her hands firm. “Stay back,” she advised. Isabella cocked her head, her lips curving into a grin. “Oh, Clara, you’ve always been so dramatic. Put that toy down before you damage yourself.”

"What do you want?" The figure’s lips curled slightly, a hint of something almost amused in their expression. “I could ask you the same question,” they replied, their voice smooth like silk. “But I suppose it’s not your fault. The Council's reach is far, but it’s not infinite.” They took a step forward, their cloak shifting like liquid, their form becoming more distinct. The cloak was woven with threads of dark silver, and the air around them hummed with a strange energy. “I am called Witto,” the figure continued. “A shadow of the past, a whisper of things forgotten.”

Zara Lovegrove Moonclaw POV “Oh, you must be joking!” Callum Harrington Blackthorn laughs right in Damon Thornclaw’s face, his shoulders shaking under his turquoise coat. He shakes his head like he just heard a funny joke from a human. “No, no, no, young Alpha. That is not possible at all. You are making a huge mistake.”

Then I saw them. A dozen black-cloaked warriors emerged from the trees, moving in unison, each one carrying the same insignia on their shoulder. And in front of them… Alpha Kael. “Father…” His blade was drawn, his eyes burning silver as he walked into the chaos without fear. “Late, but not dead,” he growled as he reached me. “You didn’t start the party without me, did you? I thought that you would be a little more weary about the enemies that were around.”

The colour was indeed from a prison, and I wasted no time in putting the phone to my ears. “Hello,” I greeted, stifling my shaky voice. "This is Luna Seraphine Blackridge of The Moonfyre Pack, am I speaking with Ronan Moonfyre?” “Of course not.” The familiar voice hit me with a deathly sting, my heart sinking down my chest.

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”

The prophecy about Azraiel as told by the Royal astrologer. Charlotte opens her mouth to ask about the rest of the prophecy but is interrupted by that child like voice again. It sounds angry on being ignored. “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” Charlotte tries to speak but nothing comes out of her mouth. Suddenly she starts choking and then everything goes black.