Black Clover Leopold Novels & Stories

he asks with a sly smile. I shrug, I do not know what to expect. He drives and drives, and we leave the city behind us and drive through the Equality Forest. I used to come here to camp with my friends. Is he taking me camping? Leopold doesn’t seem like the kind of man that likes to camp and I am definitely not the kind of girl that likes to camp. I sigh relieved when we pass the camping zone and continue driving. After a while, we leave the Forest behind too. Leopold chats nonchalantly as he looks ahead at the road in front of us. Even though I am dying to know where we are going, I am immensely enjoying our time together, here there are no interruptions, no mother-in-law, no problems, just

Lev whispers as blood drips from the corners of his mouth. “Dad…or would you prefer daddy?” I whisper teasing Leopold. He too got off on me calling him daddy. Like the sick fuck he is. His last memories will be of me and the wrath that I brought down on him. Leopold screams a painful noise as if he is the victim.

Leopold wasn't a public figure, but his stage name was well-known, and some reporters recognized him. "Leopold, are you and Diego dating?" Having already lost his composure, Leopold wiped his face vigorously with the back of his hand and said with disdain, "Couple my ass! That guy barged into my room in the dark and practically pounced on me like a pig, kissing and groping all over me. He slobbered all over me and dared to say my chest is flat!” At that time, he wasn’t much surprised by it. He assumed it was one of the activities the Jacquez family arranged for their guests.

"Good. Let them watch. I’m going in." The pack chapel was a skeleton of rotting timber and shattered stained glass. Dust motes swirled in the shafts of gray morning light. Leopold stood by the altar, his white suit a pristine lie against the decay. He didn't look like a killer. He looked like a saint. "You came. I knew the motherly instinct would override that new, fake spine you’ve grown." Leopold didn't turn around. He ran a finger over the cracked stone of the altar.

POV: Keith “ANSWER ME!” I screamed at her, making her shudder in fear. She hid her face from me, refusing to say a word in response to my question. For all I know she could be reciting a magic spell in her head, looking for a way out of here. I went closer to her, letting her feel the heat of my aura. Leopold has regained his memory and his strength too. He is letting his aura out in waves, intimidating everyone around.

She looks too much like her mother, not just in appearance, but in that quiet, unbreakable resolve. In the forest clearing where Lettie Gilmore's memorial stone stands, Clover kneels and arranges her offerings with practised care. The polished granite bears her mother's name and the pack symbol for courage, a wolf with head raised in defiance. "I miss you," Clover whispers, her fingers tracing the carved letters. "Especially today."

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” Lydia felt a knot form in her stomach, the pain of misunderstanding twisting deep within her. “I haven’t done anything to you,” she said softly, but the hurt in her voice was unmistakable. Louis, sensing the gravity of the situation, placed a hand on Lydia’s shoulder, his presence offering a sense of protection. “Leopold, you’re pushing her away with accusations that aren’t true. You’re making a mistake.” Leopold’s eyes flickered with something like doubt, but his pride and anger were still too strong to let go. “We’ll see, won’t we?” He turned abruptly and stormed off, leaving a tense silence in his wake.

My vision was foggy from the unstoppable, orgasmic attack. Leopold stood by the bed. He was so tall and intimidating. “Still want this?” His hand cupped his cock, which was hiding under the white shorts he was wearing. “Yes, I do.” I nodded, along with my labored breathing. “You're impatient.” Leopold grinned. Without taking his eyes off me, he took off all the clothing on his body.

Leopold was the first man he had felt so close to. “What are you referring to?” “His own feelings,” Leopold said cryptically. “I do not think he is ready to admit things to even himself yet.” Nocturne caught onto his meaning. Leopold was referring to Nathaniel. As he had come to expect, it went over Nathaniel’s head and all he felt was disappointment instead of joy. “Maybe this man is not suitable to be your lover then,” he said casually and poured himself more tea. “Perhaps you should find another.”

Derek asked. Leopold rolled his eyes and said, "How can I investigate when I don't even know what he looks like? But it's not like there's no news at all. The person you mentioned was once a member of Black Wolf Guild, an S-class assassin, codenamed Black Fox." Derek's face showed a hint of surprise, thinking to himself, "He was from Black Wolf Guild?" Leopold continued, "To be precise, he is a defector. He defected from Black Wolf Guild two years ago and is now on Black Wolf's wanted list. So he's been on the run from Black Wolf, making it difficult to track his whereabouts for the time being."