Black Clover Novels & Stories

"Breaking news! a man has been washed ashore. He was identified as Mr Clark Derks and someone claimed that know his engagement with one of the Mafia clans in Italy." Blaze's jaw slacked "Clark? Clark's dead?" Tears brimmed at the edges of her eyes. Clark was her closest friend, her backbone. Someone that motivated her the most in the cartel, the person that made her reach the height she's at now. As one of the best in the witch clan. This failed assignment was assigned to her and Clark and now he's dead. "I'm sure, the witch has a hand in this" she clenched her fist and yelled furiously. "Why is she so heartless? All she does is issue instructions and nothing else.

and stands up straight from leaning on the bars. Himari stands up too after she makes sure the blanket covered Mizu's body completely and says in a serious manner, " Akane was right, tomorrow she will surely win her fight. Now, at the time had been already quarter to 9 we need to go back to our own room before 10 o'clock," she said looking at the wall clock. Haruto suddenly threw the rest of the cloaks towards them and they easily catch it. The black cloak sways strongly when they start wearing it. On the back, a logo of a terrifying silver dragon with an open mouth was imprinted, indicating they are from East House.

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

THE SKY LOOKED SOMETHING LIKE the early hours of dawn—not bright, not dark. Red clouds gathered in clusters over the horizon to the left, and a grey outline of the sun and moon hung up high in the sky side by side with a soft sliver glow. Everywhere as far as my eyes could see looked the same, bare and plain under the soft shadow of light, and the ground where we stood was as dark as night and soft, giving off a feeling of standing afloat on air.

He didn't even bother to glance back as he scurried out the entrance. Where had Vivian gone? She was with Kayla a second ago... A yard or so away from Kayla, Vivian was cutting down the Shadows like butter. She had taken out her dagger from the silver necklace. Our mother had our necklaces specially crafted to revealed a deadly dagger with just a thought. Her silver blade had an orange gem on the pommel which glinted in the light. The look on her face told me she meant business as her her eyes were blazing with fury.

I kept it precise the way I kept most things precise, because precision was a tool and imprecision was a liability and I had not survived nineteen days in a northern corridor tracking vampire reconnaissance by being vague about who I was and what I was doing there. I was Silver Dawn. Field investigator. Four years of clean work and a handler who trusted me because I had given him reasons to. I had a theory about Highcliff Hold. And I was about to test it.

He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat. “Flynn, I want you to find any group that has the symbol of a black crow.” He immediately commanded the young man. Flynn took out his laptop and began tapping on the keyboard. His hands were moving so fast on the keyboard. Hyde was in deep thought when the ringing of his phone cut him off. He left the window and picked up the call. “Well hello there, I didn’t think you’re still alive.” A familiar deep gravelly voice stunned the young man. He was nailed to his position and his breathing started to become unsteady. He’s definitely sure it was the man who killed his parents.

Andrew grabbed my hand, making me stay behind while the rest of our group left. "What?" I asked curiously. "Tomorrow night at seven, I’m picking you up. Be ready," Andrew instructed with a genuine smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him and nod. Unknown Point of View Clover may be known to the world as Lucky now, but she doesn't realize that it’s not completely over yet. Her manager won't help her since she is working with me now. With Mary and I having all of these photos and videos, we’re set. Now, the next step is to ruin her career. She’ll have nothing to hide behind now.

“Their eyes were literally on us,” “Don’t care,” he smirked and tighten his fingers wrapped around my wrist. I nodded, so we ran. * By the time we reached the place, Hugo spread the blanket he’s carrying from his bag on the grass. He’s right, this place really has something that would make every people be at peace. It was all greens, in front is lake. It serves majestic beauty that will make you feel free and breathe freely. “Thank you, Hugo. I really, really, appreciate this,” I said sincerely while my head’s engulfing with those unwelcomed thoughts, again. He smiled and lay his body on the blanket and close his eyes.

I ruffle her hair, then stare at the coffee maker, waiting patiently so I can go serve the customers who are waiting. "You're trying to switch the topic, but I'd still let you know that having feelings for a guy like Killian will only make your life complicated. There are good-looking werewolves out there, the ones who aren't smelly though. You can find a nice guy. Or maybe even human. They're not so bad." Clover tells me, her face straightening into seriousness. And I chuckle because her mindset is way too mature for her age. When I set the cups on the tray to fix the coffee, I see Clover sneaking out something from her hoodie pocket, only this time it's not a blood bag, but a bottle that c