Black Clover Nozel Novels & Stories

I exit the vehicle, my feet landing on the concrete lot. With light, agile steps, I dash across the grassy knoll, my combat boots squishing in the damp earth. I move quickly, finding the marked tree that Fletcher had set up days before. Sitting against the trunk sits a Raising my hands, I grip the knobs attached at different points, scaling the side like a lumberjack. Once I am higher than halfway, I reach a hunter’s perch with a high powered, long range tranq dart gun waiting for me. I settle into a spot, laying on my stomach, using the scope to find Nora below waiting on a picnic table.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

“Hang on, we’ve got you.” Noah’s face was pale with shock, but determination burned in his eyes. “Step aside.” He yanked a dagger from the belt of a fallen Kin and drove it hard into the chain links. Sparks flew, metal groaning under the strain. He struck again and again, his hands blistering, until one of the locks cracked. Chloe gasped, her arms falling free, but the chains at her ankles still held. “Hurry,” she begged, tears spilling down her cheeks as the battle raged behind them.

They’re wearing all black with a hood and a mask, very similar to the person who broke into the pub. The figure begins to take off, dropping the stick that's still on fire to the ground. Harken wants to chase after him, but the vicious coughing of Noel behind him brings him rushing toward her. “I got you, just hold onto me,” he says and scoops her up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and runs out of the shed. He sets her down on the grass and she hunches over, coughing and breathing in as much fresh air as she can until her throat clears and her eyes stop watering.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Drawing his claws out, Noah climbed the mountain from underside of the rock, his body horizontal, but the animal maintained the challenging grip, sharp talons digging like hooks in the rock. It might slow him down but the attacker won't see him coming. He would expect a wolf. The attacker was another wolf who had smelled him too. A shooter. Propelling himself with the force of his whole body, he dry heaved himself from front, exactly a millisecond before the shooter pulled the trigger. But he was already past the shooting range, covering the negative space between edge and his prey. Black stalwart eyes staring in assailants face, then a gargling sound later, Noah felt the organ- his larynx,

His fingertips turn to claws. They rip through the fabric of my cloak before raking bloody lines down the flesh of my back. I don’t utter a single breath. “I-I can’t see anything,” Noel continues, pleading. He has decided to whoever he is latching on so desperately to, their identity no longer matters. “Can you h-help me? I feel so weak. I don’t want to go back. Call me again, please. C-Call…” He spasms with a heavy cough. I hear the rush of blood, his entire body shake. The tips of his claws bury in even deeper. The rivulet of blood trailing down the corner of his lips soon join the scarlet streaming down my back.

Noa's responses, when they come, are single words, each one carrying the weight of a considered verdict. Clara is at her own apartment three streets away. She will come for dinner. This is the birthday arrangement — morning alone with the notebook, afternoon with the practice and the city, evening with everyone. The life that is fully inhabited. The shape, visible from the altitude. The view: extraordinary. Not the end. The altitude. The whole thing, visible at last.

Ace of Clover, Noah I give the ring to the blond guy who gives a smug look to his brothers, the rest snort while I give them their rings. I laughed as I went to Noah's room, and took a shower, eliminating traces of blood from my body. I searched the bag that the housekeeper brought for me, and I found a pretty short red bikini that I had recently bought. It has several strips across my back, ties that are united, and part goes down to my waist and accentuates my figure. The swimsuit leaves a little to the imagination, but I'm not interested. A burst of expectation settles in my body at the idea of the wolves seeing me like this.

“What are you going to do?” “Stay with Emily.” Chloe ignored the red-head’s question. “I’ll send the others in here. If things get out of hand, run.” She didn’t wait to see if Freya would obey or object. Instead, she ran through to the small storeroom where the footlocker was kept and grabbed the rifle which was lying at the bottom. She had seen plenty of guns. Nathaniel’s men had them. Pistols, handguns, rifles and even semi-automatics. But Chloe had never handled one before and didn’t know the first thing about them, but she prayed to the moon goddess she wouldn’t need to use the damned thing and that its presence alone would hopefully scare off any unwanted intruders.