Black Clover Novels & Stories

It’s the scent of fancy leather and that strong, sweet cologne. Calvin. I’m twelve again. Then fourteen. Then seventeen. The years bleed together in the dark. I’m trapped in the Pike mansion, the doors locked from the outside. I can hear the floorboards creaking. Creak. Creak. Creak. "Where are you, little brother?" His voice is like a silk noose. I’m hiding in the back of the closet, my knees pressed to my chest, trying not to breathe. But the door swings open, and there he is.

To Leirick and the Elders watching from their glass towers, it looked like the ultimate act of highland desperation—a broken pack throwing themselves blindly against an impenetrable shield. While the valley floor erupted into a chaotic symphony of war horns and howling wolves, the high rocky ridges overlooking the western gate remained entirely, chillingly silent. Valarian slid through the jagged stone crevices like a liquid shadow, his dark gray cloak blending seamlessly into the weathered granite of the mountain peaks. Behind him, fifty of his finest black-bow scouts moved with the absolute stealth of ghosts, their soft leather boots leaving no trace on the frozen gravel. Each hunter carri

I cock up a brow though I know he can't see me. "You say the weirdest shit, Enzo," Silas dramatically gags on the other line. "I'm calling to see if you still intend to make it tonight." Of course, the Northern Sin. I look down at my watch and see it's already past 7 pm. The Northern Sin is the only club The Black Rose officially owns. It's licensed and shit. Only, behind the scenes, the majority of our business takes place there. Especially the drugs. We have filthy rich regular customers, competitors, and enemies fill the tables and dance floors every night.

Then, she raised a hand to cover her mouth and nose. Seeing her reaction, Tristan rushed over. His voice was tinged with concern as he asked, "Are you feeling unwell?" "I'm allergic to pollen," Madeline replied calmly. She had never liked flowers. In fact, Regina was the one who loved daisies. Tristan's temper flared, but he held himself back when he remembered how much Madeline had changed lately. She was no longer predictable, and he was starting to feel like he was losing his grip on her. For some reason, that scared him.

“Tell me where.” He breathed once, steadying. Then he drew it for her with words. “The fog shelf falls off the ridge like a white river,” he said, gesturing east. “We’ll move high where it thins but not so high the ash gullies eat our ankles. There’s a scent path only the old make—iron and wild rosemary. Follow it when you can. Ignore it when you can’t.” “And the standing stones.” “Black rock, taller than a man, set crooked like broken teeth in a jaw,” he said. “The ground around them hums. You’ll feel it in your feet.”

Alfred found the clothe in Chevy’s belongings, Chevy was a classic playboy so there were no shortage of women stuffs in his luggage. As ivory approached the door to leave, she shook her head and turned around. ‘the reason why I visited you was to tell you that I want you to be in my team, I plan to go to Buklime mountain to gather some herbs and the ice lotus for merits point and I’m currently teamless...you can also tell your friends to join…if you want to’. Having said this she turned around and left. Immediately she left, Alfred jumped on the bed, grabbed his hair and used his head to hit the bed as he knelt on the bed.

Aimee POV 2 weeks after meeting rose again I felt like my blood was crawling. I have noticed at least every day I have the same feeling. It made it all make sense. Nichole was already preparing a cloaking potion to hide my pregnancy. She told only me that he will find a way to summon me. Only our inner circle know I am pregnant. So, before I begin showing too much this potion will project the image of me now. Effectively hiding the growing children in my womb. The inner circle will see my true self whereas all others will see an illusion.

“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?”

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

"Now is not the time to blame each other; we need to find a herb called Blood Clover, a species of the clover family that has a bright red color and is extremely rare." Diana doubted; she frowned. “Blood Clover? What is it? Why have I never heard of it?” “Rare than a four-leaf clover?” Evelyn asked. Lagan stroked his face, unable to hide his fatigue, answering the above two questions. "It is a scarce medicinal herb, which many people don't know is also normal; in the world, there are not many plants." The room was so quiet that even a strand of hair could make a sound, and we were all the same, extremely nervous.