Black Clover Novels & Stories

As in our previous lives, my sister and I were held captive, unable to move, by chains inscribed with ancient runes that locked away our spirits. The Demons' commander burst into raucous laughter, taunting the Celestial Guards, saying, "Be smart and scurry back to your Celestial Realm. I've only come for the Twin Flowers of Chaos this time. If anyone's feeling brave, step right up!" I surveyed the crowd; they were battered and bloodied, their spirits nearly broken, and nobody dared to make a move. It had been ages since a new God of War had risen in the Celestial Realm, leading to this dire predicament.

Clara arrives home from school that afternoon with the notebook. Not the school notebook — the other one. The small one she has been carrying since she was eight, in the coat pocket, the one that has been filled and replaced twice and is now in its third version. She puts it on the kitchen table and opens it to a page she has marked with a folded corner and says, "I have a question about this." The marked page has a single sentence in Clara's handwriting: *The conditions are in the rocks. The rocks are not in the conditions.*

Chests torn open, hearts missing. “Shit,” I whisper. Someone beat me to it. Behind me—movement. I start to turn— Pain explodes in my skull. I hit the ground, vision spinning. Everything goes fuzzy, dark. I hear a voice—silky and cruel. “The Morningstar will be pleased to finally have his bride by his side.” And then? Nothing. Just black.

"Seems like he's the one. It's Jason Clove, he was an absolute jerk when he was still here, was your senior,and he liked you. Had a crush on you and... " Asked me to go to prom with him!" I gasped, finishing his sentence. I remembered now, surprised I even forgot in the first place. "Precisely. Now focus on school and don't pay attention to him. He is a sore loser, and I doubt he ever got over you rejecting his proposal to go to prom with him. Stay away from him, keep to yourself and focus on your school books, not just your story books, okay?" I most definitely didn't like the story book part, so I ended up mumbling an okay.

"Dark skies, dewy sands, that's the Gerly Mountain. How did it crumble?" He walked towards the riverbank, his hands moving into the waters. He sent me a glare, and I lowered my gaze to his hand; it was blazing, more like deteriorating. His sinister aura cloaked the air around us, choking me as I gasped for air. "You let out Vala, the ancient one. So you know what that means?" His eyes began to glow, the cloak falling off his body. Damn, he is hot. I mean, his broad chest definitely spelled 5-star gym coach, those well-sculpted abs dripping with sweat, those masculine arms tense and firm like he was going to grab me at any moment. He would make a good stripper, I must say.

Sure enough after a few minutes, the car pulled over in front of one of the most beautiful cemeteries Rain had ever seen and no, cemeteries aren’t supposed to be beautiful for fucks sake! They parked the car and stepped down and as usual, all eyes turned to them. There was a large crowd gathered around a new dug grave and they were all dressed in black. Their eyes were now on the people that left the car. Heck! Even the priest stopped what he was doing and turned to stare. Was it really necessary to bring everyone along? It was a burial for fucks sake! Wait…oh shit. Rain realized that she’d almost worn a baby blue dress in the morning, she had totally forgotten about the burial even though s

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

But what she didn’t know was that it wouldn’t be suspicious, Dawn already knew what I was. “Thank you Leya,” I said again. I entered into our small kitchen that we never used. Complete sets of cutlery were set about the place, on shelves, on cabinets, it drawers, just everywhere. I spotted a black flask seated on the kitchen Kaldar. It had a small label attached to it and I read out the calligraphic style hand writing which I immediately recognized to be Jhan’s hand writing. It read, ‘For Kaldar, drink it with your nose closed…’

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

I cut her off. "Oh, so you're the guy that my daughter was so excited about." The father, Noah, smiled at me. "Treat her right, okay?" Yeah, as long as she treats Chloe right. "Mom! Dad!" Delaney shouted then appeared. She placed her hands on her hips. "Don't embarrass me!" Jae and Noah chuckled before walking away. Delaney then smiled at me. She's wearing a white halter crop top and black shorts. And again, her cleavage is showing and it's really, really obvious. She must've picked this outfit on purpose.