Black Clover Black Bull Captain Novels & Stories

Possibly a meter away from the hood of Hunter's car. It looks like a whole person dressed in all-black. Head to toe. Only he's wearing a hat dipped lower to hide his face. I'm not sure how long I'd been staring at it but suddenly, it tipped its head back and stared directly at me. I gasped. Gone is the tingling all over my body, the throbbing and ache persistent within my core. All gone. What in goddess' name is... that? "Nightcrawler," Hunter growls. A deadly glint in his eyes as he glared at this... man I just locked eyes with.

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.

His gray eyes scanned the tree line, every muscle coiled and ready for violence. Then the black Range Rover came into view, and the tension bled out of his shoulders. "Noir," he muttered, his hand dropping from the weapon. The SUV pulled up near the cottage, and Noir climbed out looking annoyed. His long hair had come loose from its tie, dark strands whipping around his face in the wind. He moved to the back of the vehicle and started pulling out bags, his movements sharp and efficient. "You two going to help or just stand there looking tragic?" he called out, not even glancing our way.

The stars that always shone in the sky almost always cloudy. Calisto snorted. "I don’t know..." he said sincerely "maybe... I just can’t see the beauty of hell when I didn’t have you by my side." A twinge struck my chest, a twinge of happiness and hope. "Fool" I mocked wrapping my arms around his neck. I loved that being. He loved his color-changing eyes, loved his foolish way of thinking that the world was more beautiful outside of hell. He loved the way the rebellious waves of black hair he had struggled to unravel around his delicate face.

Steve pov: The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies. The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones. My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm. Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.

"Breaking news! a man has been washed ashore. He was identified as Mr Clark Derks and someone claimed that know his engagement with one of the Mafia clans in Italy." Blaze's jaw slacked "Clark? Clark's dead?" Tears brimmed at the edges of her eyes. Clark was her closest friend, her backbone. Someone that motivated her the most in the cartel, the person that made her reach the height she's at now. As one of the best in the witch clan. This failed assignment was assigned to her and Clark and now he's dead. "I'm sure, the witch has a hand in this" she clenched her fist and yelled furiously. "Why is she so heartless? All she does is issue instructions and nothing else.

From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass. Johann hated the Black Cliff and dreamed to leave it, break out of the mustiness of the eternal fog and head south where it was always warm as in summer, the harvest ripened faster, and the air smelled lavander and peaches. Capital people delivered groceries for sale in the villages the Black Cliff.

"Call out the captains. We claim the docks tonight. And anyone who stands in our way…" His eyes drifted off to nowhere, "We stain the waters red." The men rose, a dark tide unspooling at his words. Harrison Blackwood was a billionaire. He was a king of the underground, tempered in blood and bound in fear. And in that moment, it was sure—he'd burn the world to ashes and dust first before he'd allow it to die.

My hands stayed locked behind my back, my chest rose and fell faster now. His finger slid into my hair, just firm enough to control my head position. Then a sound came—click. My eyes flicked sideways just as he brought it into view. A collar. Heavy. Dark iron. He lifted the collar. The cold metal touches my skin, his dried bloody hands on my neck. A click of metal followed and then it closed around my throat. His voice breathed into my skin. “A wolf that wanders without command gets leashed.”

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕𝟔: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭