Black Clover Black Bull Logo Novels & Stories

The logo was on the sleeves of the man covered in black. It was a logo of two intertwined triangles.

Logan zoomed in slowly, letting the image sharpen into focus. A black raven enclosed in a crescent circle. The symbol sat clearly at the back of the driver’s neck. Logan’s voice dropped into something colder, heavier as he turned to face his boss. “Raven's Clan.”

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

The food here is surprisingly better than what I used to eat in the faculty’s cafeteria. I hear them talk about their favourite show together while I eat my breakfast silently. Then, I turn my head and spot him sitting in a corner. The Black Tiger is alone in his table, peacefully reading a book while drinking his coffee. He isn’t wearing his leather uniform, this time he’s opting for a long-sleeved black sweater, ripped trousers and a black cap. I wonder how he could wear long sleeves while it’s hot. As expected, he isn’t talking to anyone. He’s living in his world, ignoring every existence.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

Benefits. And the logo stamped at the top—Blackmoore Enterprises. The number one conglomerate in City A. The same company from the news. The one that belonged to him. I didn’t want to think about that part. About Dominic Blackmoore, the cold-eyed man whose image still haunted me since that bar incident. I didn’t even make the connection at first, not until I signed the NDA and got my badge and saw the same name embossed on every elevator wall in that tower of glass and steel.

Zachariah and Michael sat in a white van, watching all the doors: Blue Dragon Ink, Satan’s Bar, The Garage. There was a constant stream of huge guys going in and out, all wearing black leather cuts. The logo on their backs read ‘The Road Devils’, and so it was pretty obvious that the Guardians were in the right place.

They turned abruptly, their focus shifting towards the approaching motorcycles, the growl of engines vibrating through the ground. My breath caught in my throat as I peered through the darkness of the flames and burnt charred recognizing the men who rode towards us. The leather jackets, the snarling logos emblazoned across their vests—they did not belong to the Demented Devils. They represented a rival gang, one that reeked of danger and chaos. An ominous sense of foreboding settled over me; the air crackled with tension. Their logo featured hornets intertwined with flames—the emblem of the Chaos Hornets.

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