Black Clover Novels & Stories

The moment their eyes met, he exclaimed in surprise, "Winona?" Winona had not yet recovered from the shock of being called 'Mommy' by a strange child when she heard the little girl's father accurately call out her name. She studied the man's face carefully, searching her memory. Yet, she still came up empty. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" Seeing her bewildered expression, a trace of disappointment flashed through the man's eyes. He said, "I'm Julian Grove. I was two years ahead of you in school. We were in the same club. Do you remember?"

'' He whispered. ''No, don't stop...'' I whispered back drowsy with sleep. I have gotten used to cold and dark that I almost love it now. ''Goodnight Sky'' Shit! What was I doing? This wasn't going to end well at all.

The engine sputtered to life. The motorcycles drove past me. One man threw a Molotov, which broke spattering fire across the lawn. I could see the fire in my review mirror as I revved the engine to keep it from stalling when I shifted into drive. Mr. Kline waved his hands forward. His black magic trickled out from him towards their bikes. The auras of the riders in multiple colors started to darken. One of them pushed out an orange shield, blocking the path.

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.

Micah slips from behind a tree where he’d initially been positioned and tips his head to the side silently communicating. He waits until Sky takes the lead then falls behind him, I follow behind Micah as we follow the scent. Slipping around trees and stalking over high weeds. When we’re close enough that I can hear their footfalls, we wait. Out of sight. I see the head of the male first as he steps around a tree clearly trying to be quiet, but he doesn’t know these woods, his dark hair is cropped close to the scalp, a black vest over his chest and tribal tattoos on his exposed arms.

When we get off the phone, I text Anna letting her know that we will be leaving Friday afternoon. Everything has me on edge lately and has me reaching for something I shouldn't be more and more. Anna is by my side. Laynie and Jared are good and happy, and my job is something I love. Life couldn't be better, and yet, I don't feel complete. I use my phone and search for the only thing that can possibly help me when I get this low. I find one that is just outside the city and starts in half an hour. I grab my keys, wallet, and phone and head out to my car. "Hi, my name is Chloe, and I'm an alcoholic."

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.

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.

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.

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.