Black Clover Light Novels & Stories

“Invoco elemuntum aqua.” “Invoco elemuntum ignis.” Bright blue light fills the empty space in a large tree, and we both step through, emerging into the woods. The sounds of the night are loud around us, and I turn, making sure the door seals back up before daring to move away. I’m not chancing anything getting through. Not now, not ever again. “I’m going to go home, pour myself some wine, and read the rest of my book.” Kristy pulls the hood of her cloak up to keep the bugs away. “What are you going to do?”

She gasped for air, her face turning from pale to the gray of the grave. Her head slowly dipped beneath the lake's surface. Desperate, I reached for her arm, but my hands just kept slipping through her, powerless to save her. My mother's struggle ceased. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto mine. Tears streamed down as she whispered, "Yocelyn, did you come for me?" She could... see me. My eyes widened in shock as I cried out, "Mom—" "Mrs. Carden!" Just then, Samuel's voice cut through the silence like a knife.

Let's start with our little circles, and soon love will grow everywhere by itself. Always remember #SpreadLoveNotHate ❤ Katherine Monroe ~~~~~~~~~ "We are rooted deep in the darkness And keep growing towards the light (...) Ignite the flame in me Unite with your inner light We should free ourselves from the shadows And the bondage of the night (...)." Epica - Abyss of Time : Countdown to Singularity THE END

However, as I neared the staircase, a kid came barreling towards me. In that split second, I tumbled down the stairs. Agony ripped through my belly, and as I stared at the dark red liquid spreading on the floor, darkness closed in. ... Marvin stood in the sterile hospital corridor, staring at a lifeless form under a stark white sheet. He read the doctor's report, each word a leaden weight. He cursed his knowledge of the words, cursed his own feeble strength. He had clung to hope, believing time would heal.

Now it can heal. Clara knelt beside the white flower. Its petals were open now, not to the sun but to the garden, and the light inside it was the color of morning. Not the grey of the Hollow, not the gold of the memory-flowers—just light. Ordinary, steady, life-giving light. “Is that what you are now?” Clara asked. “Just light?” I have always been light. The Hollow was the shadow I cast. Now the shadow is gone. Morwen knelt beside Clara. “What will you do now that you are not holding the loop?”

Click. The flash illuminated the grotesque scene, capturing every detail—the twisted limbs, the unnatural angle of the body, the dark, spreading blood. She adjusted her lens, focusing on the claw marks. There was something almost hypnotic about how they seemed to grow from the earth itself as if they had always been there. Click.

When Nadir left to go to the portal that led to the surface, she came across someone that didn't want to see, now or ever. - Samael...- Nadir almost whispered his name as he rose in front of her - almost two meters tall, broad-shouldered, with long black hair and piercing, captivating eyes that changed color depending on his mood, from dark black to sea blue, all the way to blood red.

With the pain, tears started to spill over. "Maybe you should come home tomorrow. We—" I could not finish my sentence. Betty's voice cut in again. "Darren... Go faster, don't stop!" Darren caught his breath, a long pause followed before he spoke to me. "Claire, when I get back, we'll throw you the most amazing crowning ceremony. We'll cover the place with roses, your favorites." His voice was a whisper, breathy and distant. For a second, I could not tell who he was really talking to.

"You took a job making deliveries, and now you're working as a cleaner? Are you trying to piss me off? You, of all people, Celia?" Emma exclaimed, her voice so loud that it drew gazes from those around us. Even the lemon-flavored water in the glass she was holding shook a little.