Black Clover Novels & Stories

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 don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

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.

“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.”

The Black Cliff. Sixteen years earlier. That spring day Johannes was lying on a hill catching few rays that were shining through gloomy clouds. He was nibbling on a grass blade, lazily looking at a flock of sheep: yellowish and light gray wool balls were plucking juicy clover that covered the whole hill. From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass.

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.

She Mary waving at her calling her name. "A nice car you have," came a voice beside her. When Rebecca turned, she discovered that it was one of people she hated in the entire universe. It was Joseph who was popularly known as Joflex. His father is the Governor of the state. He thought money could get him anything he wished for until he met Rebecca. He was very much taller than her and is fair in completion. "Thank you," Rebecca replied with a frowned face and continued walking. "It looks similar to the one my brother bought for his girl on her birthday, only that hers is more expensive," he bragged as he walked beside her. 'That's nice of them," she replied without even looking at him.

Third Person POV As the week begins, Clover settles back into a rhythm that, on the surface, looks routine, almost boring. Three days a week at the company. Goes to meetings, works on paperwork. She exercises her managerial experience with quiet authority, but beneath that structure, something has shifted. She’s been getting closer to the Blackwoods. Lately, instead of heading home after work, Clover finds herself Ubering straight to the Blackwood estate. She was not invited in any formal way, and it was not announced. Just… welcomed. As if she has always belonged there.