Black Clover Golden Dawn Captain Novels & Stories

Like long lost friends our magic twined and embraced one another. A puff of air left my mouth as I felt her mind probe mine. I saw the confusion in the light witch's eyes as if it had taken her by surprise too. The dark-skinned wolf with long black hair by her side growled. I could see him look between us as his eyes began to shine a beautiful golden color, then turning black. Just like Rhett’s the dark eyes held a flash of white in the center and I knew he was one of the Queens four knights.

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

When I reached the door, I took a deep breath and knocked three times. “Come in,” a familiar voice called from inside. I opened the door and stepped in. Sitting across from Principal Hargrove was a ridiculously hot guy with dark, slightly tousled hair and striking dark green eyes. I recognized him instantly. Sebastian Hale. Westfield’s captain. The one who had dismantled Hawthorne’s offense on Friday night and smiled at me afterward like he actually saw me.

She was not prepared for her sister's heat to be over so soon though; she had been hoping to stop them before it went too far. "First prize goes to captain obvious," Clary muttered, standing up and pulling Olivia into a tight hug. "I've missed you, don't stay away so long next time. Is this your mate?" she asked when she released her and turned to the ebony skinned man with dark eyes and golden scales covering her arms, obviously having decided against covering her marks. "He's handsome" she whispered in Olivia's ear, making her giggle.

Helen followed, wrapping her cloak around herself, face pale but composed. Ahead, a row of Red Moon soldiers blocked the road. Their armor carried Alpha Gray’s crest. They stood firm, spears grounded, hands near their blades. One soldier stepped forward. He looked like the captain. “Alpha Keith of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “I am here with my beta and Helen. We wish to speak with Luna Aurora, who is my sister. Let us pass.” The captain shook his head once. His voice stayed polite, but it was very firm.

This gap was too big. If he did not work hard, he would be too embarrassed to continue being the first deputy captain. David brought the trio to the Black Sand Hotel. He was still wearing his silver mask. Now was not the time to reveal the identity. “Captain!” The manager of Black Sand Hotel saw David walking in with a silver mask and immediately ran over to greet him respectfully. Silver Face, the captain of the Red Flame Mercenaries, was a god-like existence in Dark Cape.

"Moon Blessed! Moon Blessed!" ​Kaelor cut down the final alliance captain, sheathing his flaming sword with a sharp click. He walked over to where Seraphina stood, his golden eyes filled with an intense, unyielding pride that made his chest swell. He offered her his massive, leather-gloved hand, helping her stand up before the cheering crowd.

The clouds above Adistaktos pulsed crimson, as if in answer. The soldier in the corner spat into the dirt. “She’s married, isn’t she? To the Golden one.” “Huverdra Rostrag” said the barkeep, smiling bitterly. “The Light of Adistaktos. Handsome, radiant, merciless. A match made in hell.” “They say his light blinds armies,” added another. “But hers burns them.”