Asta Black Clover Voice Actor English Novels & Stories

"We need to ID the person behind the voice. It will help us a lot in figuring out what is going on." Claire worried her fingers. "I don't know, Axel. I just don't want to make an incorrect assumption. We don't need any misleading information now." "I trust you." Axel silenced her concerns. She looked up at him, wide-eyed. "I know you won't just make it up. To be honest, I recognized the voice. But I'm not sure either." He confessed. Claire smiled. "On the count of three?" Axel grinned. "Three. Two. One." His expression became serious. "Mr. Davinsky."

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.

a raspy, creepy, Australian voice pulls me away from my internal conversation with Asher. I open my eyes to see a tall, muscular guy, with shiny, black hair framing his piercing blue eyes…eye. Oh no. Yaya gasps, “Grizz…”

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.

Deep, guttural, and unmistakably inhuman. “Something’s here,” I said, my voice low. Kade nodded, his stance shifting, ready to fight. “Not something. Someone.” Out of the shadows stepped a figure cloaked in darkness, their eyes glowing an eerie, unnatural blue. Their presence was suffocating, their power radiating like a storm about to break. “Well, well,” the stranger said, their voice dripping with mockery. “The infamous alphas and their little mate. How… quaint.” Aria’s gasp was barely audible, but I heard it. Felt it.

Yet again Asher amazed me with his brilliant tactic. “And who is he?” I signalled toward the man and he shuddered under my intense gaze. I can see his hair on the neck straightened, probably due to reflex. “Come forward and introduce yourself idiot.” Asher barked and the man rushed towards us before bowing once again, he didn’t look up. “I am Gama in chief of the third force of Black claw pack, the name’s Leo.” He speaks and I hummed in response. He handed Asher an envelope and he nodded. Leo bowed again before vanishing in front of us.

"Sean Olaire." The owner of the voice, Sean Olaire, grinned at them evilly. "Well, hello. It's an honor to finally meet the rest of the Five Leaf Clover." He glanced at his shoulder and smirked. "But unfortunately, you will not meet again. Your fellow bargained you, two, for this useless woman." A witch cackled as she threw a familiar wounded woman at their feet. She groaned and coughed, her body was visibly shaking because of her white armor tattered and ruined. Her bare skin were full of bruises and wounds. Her black hair covered her face.

As the men dragged the battered captive away, his sudden scream pierced the air, echoing off the damp walls of the abandoned building. “Aiden! Wait!” the man shouted, desperation lacing his voice. “You need to know more! The Serpent... he has people working for him, and they call themselves The Shadows!” Aiden paused, curiosity piqued. He turned back, narrowing his eyes. “What about The Shadows?” The man gulped, fear evident in his trembling hands. “They’re the ones who do the dirty work for him. They’re ruthless and merciless, and they’re looking for someone—someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. He’s the one you need to be worried about!”