Black Clover Leopold Novels & Stories

The Black Cliff. Sixteen years earlier. That spring day Johannes was lying on a hill catching few rays that were shining through gloomy clouds. He was nibbling on a grass blade, lazily looking at a flock of sheep: yellowish and light gray wool balls were plucking juicy clover that covered the whole hill. 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.

I didn’t want to overwhelm him like this, but I had no choice. “I know this is hard to get your head around,” “I’ll say,” Leopold runs his hand through his hair while blowing out a deep breath. All that I’ve told him has him confused. Who wouldn’t be confused? Everything he ever thought to be true has turned out to be a lie. It will take time for Leopold to get over everything that has occurred. However, I don’t plan on leaving this place without wiping the clan’s memories. None shall remember I was ever here, not even Brody and Dania.

Clovia walked towards the dining area but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Leo, wearing his black star mask and all-black leather outfit. "Black star?" she whispered with surprise. She was seventeen when she last saw him. She always had a crush on him growing up. His aloof attitude and the way he throws a punch in the boxing ring used to make her swoon. She used to follow him everywhere. No matter how much she tried, he always used to ignore her. When she was told that he was no more, her heart was broken. Now, she is more than happy to see him again. Leo gave Clovia a passing glance and bypassed her to the dining area. She is arrogant and spoiled. He hates women like her. And he also

“You once said that it was as if you were just married on paper because you rarely see each other, anyway.” “If only life was that easy.” Martha shook his head in disbelief. She also knew Carl based on her stories about him and even the status of the family where he belongs to. The Leopolds are a family of famous and successful doctors in the country and being a part of it could be suffocating. “Let’s just change the topic, please? I don’t want to be depressed tonight, okay? We’re supposed to be enjoying, Martha so please, please...” “Okay, okay!” Martha smiled and raised the glass she was holding to give a toast. “Happy Valentine’s Day to both of us, dearest frenny!”

Leopold began awkwardly. He wasn't used to being the one in the wrong, and the fact that Ann showed no leniency in her aggressive stance toward him was making it hard for him to think straight. "An apology might be a good start…" Adam growled furiously from Ann's side as Lexi snorted. "Not that it will come anywhere near close to covering the betrayal and the damage that you delivered to your own daughter." She sneered. Leopold hung his head slightly and nodded.

"You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all." "We would've succeeded if he hadn't appeared!" He shifted his attention to the speaking man. "He?" "Kyle Lee." "Ah... The rising star." *** Clover twitched her brows as faint voices floated to her ears. A warm flood of orange light fell onto her lids. Not bothered by them, she brushed away the itch on her face and stuck her leg out of the cotton blanket to continue her sleep. All of a sudden... "WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOUR BRAIN?!"

Instead of going into the parking lot, Leopold stops the car in front of his apartment building and opens the locks. “You can go in, I have things to do,” he says without looking at me. The second I get off the car, Leopold drives away like he is trying to win a race. I shrug like I don’t care, but I know I am the reason he is so upset and it kind of bothers me. I shake my head to stop the guilt from settling in. I go into the main lobby and walk to the elevator that takes me to the penthouse floor. Clara brings dinner to my room: herb and parmesan risotto and freshly made cucumber water. It’s curious how fast I have gotten used to living around so much luxury. She then hands me some samples

Leopold took off his jacket and scoffed, "Xandor, the so-called top dog of Verdura's criminal underworld, huh? I've been waiting for a chance to take him on. Today is my chance." "Boss, that's too risky!" Leopold's men warned. "Yes, boss. Let's wait for Mr. Snow. He can definitely take down Xandor," another chimed in. "I've already made my decision! Get out of my way!!" Leopold exclaimed with confidence. With that, he pushed his men aside. He grabbed a large knife and leaped into the battlefield. Then, he charged straight toward Xandor. At that moment, Leopold's own ferocity ignited. As his name suggested, he charged forward like a swift, lethal leopard. He closed in on Xandor quickly.

Drako intervened once again. -"I never marked her Drako and probably she is far away for me to feel anything at all. Now can you all leave me alone? I do not care anymore. I honestly do not give a damn. I just want all of you to leave me alone! Just let me be with my cigarettes and my whisky". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At the same time somewhere in the woods~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leopold's pov:

replied Gerald with a laugh. “A death wish? Be my guest!” roared Leopold as his finger moved to pull the trigger. However, the next thing he knew, a clang of metal echoed throughout the cave. It took Leopold a second to realize that the gun was no longer in his hand, and it was at that moment when he knew he had f*cked up. As cold sweat began trickling down Leopold’s forehead, everyone—including Whistler and his men—was so stunned that they didn’t even dare to breathe.