Black Clover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I narrowed my gaze as I glanced at the black substance flowing out from the cut. “No, this isn't possible.” I said, shaking my head as I muttered the words under my breath. “This isn't real.” “Is there a problem, Clary?” he asked, pulling a mocking face at me. “It seems you're surprised. Well, you don't have to be. You lost. Again.” “No, this isn't real.” I argued, shaking my head with tears in my eyes. “What did you do? Tell me!” “I am sorry, Clary. It's over.” he said, with ice in his voice. “Take her away, and burn him.”

" Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands. "It's too late, Tristan," I said. "I've already left the closet, and I'm never going back inside ever again." Tristan had confessed his true feelings much too late.

Chapter One: The Day Everything Burned "Sera! Come see the butterfly cocoons! They are starting to split open!" I dropped my handful of wildflowers and raced toward Mama's voice, my bare feet slapping hard against the warm stone path. The garden smelled like sweet jasmine and wet earth, and I was already planning to ask Papa if we could stay out here until the stars came out so we could count them together like we always did on clear nights. A scream tore through the peaceful afternoon air, and I froze completely, the scattered petals drifting down around my feet. Another scream pierced through the garden, followed by shouting—so much shouting it sounded like the whole pack house was on fire

Marie's pov: After pushing away the painful memories,it's then I realized I was done with my hot chocolate and only then did I notice the salty tears rolling down my cheeks making my eyes puffy.The rain had stopped pouring as a clear sky was visible showing the beautiful stars. Reminiscing my mother's last words I knew it was time for me to fullfil my promise.I mean,A promise is a debt and the only time you can't fullfil it's only when out of necessity. Now was the right time.

Clover smiled and drove to Jasmine's home and was giggling. "I find it funny that Seb has a type…both of us are really pretty and have beautiful eyes…hmm he certainly has a type," Clover said. "Oh um I guess he does," Jasmine said and looked at Clover. "Just don't fall into a trap, he can get crazy over time," Clover said. "Excuse me?" Jasmine asking "Just be careful, from ex to potential girlfriend," Clover said. Jasmine nodded and looked. They reached her home and she got out quickly and took out her bags and went in quickly. Clover smiled evilly and drove off.

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.

Amarah heard a low growl from Clayton when their tongues touch and she felt that it must have been Kragen inside of him. “Sh1t, Amarah, do you really have to underestimate me?” Clayton whispered as he finally unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down. “I’m already on the brink of losing my sanity because of you.” Finally standing naked in front of her, Clayton crawled towards her and immediately trapped her with his arms on both her sides, looking down at her with a smile. He bent down and started nibbling on her ear before his tongue replaced it. Amarah shivered, thinking that he is driving her insane, touching her in ways that she had never imagined. Clayton continued his assault on her, pre

"Don't say that. Slums are my hometown, our hideout is my home, you lads are my family. I will not leave this place nor my family." Kuro roughly brushed her head. "What a speech you have there." "Geez, I'm serious here." Inclining her head while looking at the bright colors of the Sakura, petals slowly fall down towards her palm, she downheartedly said, "If I leave them, what those kids can do then? It's already hard with me here, what if I will leave?" With a slight smile, Kuro suddenly flicked her forehead. "Argh! What are you doing?"

Damien laughs, checking his watch. "I say fifteen," Victor counters. "He'll want to make her suffer a bit first." None of them understands the profound transformation occurring miles away, how the touch of Clover's lips against Milton's has shattered years of deliberate blindness, revealing a truth too powerful to deny. In the hollow willow, Clover makes her decision. With trembling hands, she pushes herself forward, emerging from the shadows like a spirit materialising from another world. The silver threads of her ceremonial dress catch the moonlight, creating an ethereal glow around her slender figure.