Black Clover Jester Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to turn back, but against my will, I did. My blood ran cold. King Jester. He was running after me with inhuman speed, his tall figure slicing through the trees like a predator on the hunt. His silver hair glimmered faintly beneath the moonlight, and his ocean-gray eyes were locked on me like I was prey. “Please… leave me alone!” I screamed back at him, my voice cracking with desperation. “I never killed anyone!” “Don’t make me repeat myself,” his voice thundered through the night, laced with fury. “Stop—or I’ll make you.”

I checked my phone and unlocked it only to see Uno's message. Uno: I missed two classes. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. The heck will I do if you miss the class? I put my phone down and poured all my attention to Jester. Jester is a jock. He plays for the school's basketball team and I heard, he's famous with the cheerleaders. His eyes were playful and his hair had always been messy. But I'll like it more if I'm the one who'll mess it. I smirked.

The man even blew on that thing before slapping it on the floor and asking him, "You want this?" Jester just nodded, indicating that he didn't want to get hit by that thing. He wanted to get out of bondage to save Jenny in the other area. So, he tried to get out of there and loosened his hand. The man was about to hit her when he grabbed it and punched him hard.

“I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.” The Jester. Cracked half harlequin mask. Mischief weaponized. His profile photo: abs, bare and unapologetic, a half-smirk as he pulls up his shirt like he knows exactly what he’s doing. A lean frame built for stamina. He plays with sensation until you're a trembling wreck. Edging. Teasing. He wants tears. Wants whimpers. Wants to push you to the edge and leave you hanging there, desperate. “I want to see how long you can last before you’re begging me to stop making you feel so good it hurts.”

“She can’t shoot you if she can’t even target you.” — Pilot: Jester Role: Electronic Warfare Hermes Aerospace “Kestrel” Light Assault Suit [A] Universal Mechanics “Snapdragon” Coil Pistol [B] Universal Mechanics Reinforced Buckler [C] Hermes Aerospace “Skymirror” EWar Suite (SM) [A] — Jester’s Kestrel was similar to Dark Elf - it was slim and light. But it also stood at a standard height, and had slightly beefier armor in comparison. Certainly nothing like the Silverback, but it allowed him to hold his own in a fight.

I sounded like a frog. “Drink some water. And I know that, obviously. If I wanted to be somewhere else, I would be.” I took a generous sip before I replied. “Thank you…for staying. And for what you said to my dad earlier…” He nodded. “I wasn’t defending you…I mean, just so you don’t misunderstand, let me clarify.” Jester cleared his throat, and leaned forward in his seat, elbows on his knees. In that position, his grey eyes seemed to be peeking out from under his dark hair, like pearls against black lace. I became more self-conscious, of course—my eyes were swollen and bloodshot, my complexion must be horrible, and I was hoarse.

“In the ‘resence of your afa?” I bow my head. “No, I wouldn’t dare to watch another when I have you.” “Nonsense!” He roars, taking a staggering step toward me. As his hand raises for another hit, the door bursts open and I see the color before I see the man. It’s the jester. He staggers in. The panicked beat of my heart doubles. “Didn’t see you there.” Then he breaks into a drunken song. “Weak Alpha! Weak Alpha! Crown made out of shame! Bullies those who trust him, then trembles all the same!”

But still, one thing he had to mention. “Jester was still alive yesterday. Who knows, maybe, he will be able to strengthen our pack.” “If it happens so, question him in detail about what really happened that night. Make him aware that his honour has suffered a lot.” “Yes, sir!” Stacy confirmed once more and left the office. The black beast picked up from the table Jenn’s clothes and squeezed. He realised that he wanted from her something more than just the money. Jester was lying alone inside a cavern in a place immersed in darkness. But, because of the candle standing on the bedside table, there was a chance to see his head bandaged in a white dressing.

Jeremy made an o shape with his mouth understanding my point. "Oh!"he chuckled nervously and continues,"I doubt Isabella is going to stop,I mean she just announced she is the owner of Estelle Couture after three good years.why now?she also announced her pregnancy with William,which I have no idea whether it's true or not because this is the first time William is seeing Isabella.Though what's more disturbing is the fact that William looked like he knew her from before hence being the baby daddy.I just wish I knew how but all am saying is watch out.I have a bad feeling about it."

“Not while we don’t know what that’d do. She might just go back and repeat everything, only better.” “That’s right, “ squeaked Yuqi. “You have no idea what the Jester will do without me to hold her in check.” “What is the Jester?” I asked since she seemed to be in a talkative mood. “It isn’t you, obviously.” “Ha! You understand nothing. Of course it’s me. The darkest, truest part of me, distilled over countless repeated lifetimes. She will remain to guard the doorway to the past, even if I am no longer here. She won’t let you pass. You don’t have the sword. There’s nothing you can do.”