Black Clover Nozel Novels & Stories

Adriano stepped behind me so quietly I barely heard him move. “That's a spreader clamp,” he murmured. “It’s used on the mouth. Keeps it open. You twist the bar to widen it. Slowly.” My grip tightened instinctively, “Oh.” “Would you ever want to try it?” he asked softly, like it was a simple question. Like he was asking me if I liked a song. I bit my lip. “I don’t know.” I set the clamp back on the shelf carefully, and my eyes wandered to the next object, a long black rope coiled beside a glass wand with a curled handle. I pointed at the rope.

It's coming from the tree line. The mercenaries freeze. "What was that?" "Probably just a rogue wolf," Marcus says from the car. "Ignore it and get her loaded." The growl comes again, closer this time. In the darkness between the trees, I can see two glowing eyes reflecting the headlights. "That's not a rogue," one of the mercenaries whispers. "That's something else." A massive black wolf steps into view. He's huge, bigger than any wolf I've ever seen. "Shit," Marcus breathes. "Where did that come from?"

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Mell laughed even more of the sight. "Have a little taste of these!" Claros also had unleashed his Scion Weapon from his platinum watch, a pair of handguns he called as Tempesta and Hurricana. The guns could shoot out compressed air that traveled faster and hit stronger than normal bullets. His every precise shot completely eviscerated his targets. "Alright this is nice and all, but how do we evacuate these people?" Claros asked as he kept shooting. Mell crushed another Chimera with Balor. "We gotta find a way to destroy the force field! We can't leave through the way we came in. There's too many of them, too dangerous!"

His back faces where I move, quiet through a hidden path spotted long before today. Dark stones twist overhead, air tight with waiting. Through these halls I slip, quiet as dust between floorboards, guided by patterns learned over time. Into the weapons room I go, pulse loud beneath skin. A heavy black cloak hangs on a hook - Noah’s extra one - I pull it down. It drapes over my frame, thick with his scent: old wood, metal, silence. Out the door feels impossible. A shout pulls the guard’s attention - his back turns - and that split lets me slide past, fading under the wall’s heavy dark.

Were they waiting for orders from the cliff? Noah bent his head so that he was looking up straight from the windshield but the moonlight revealed nothing. “Guys be on alert,” he warned them. He reached into his jacket and pulled off the dagger that was strapped to his waist. Ginny had wondered at the peculiar choice of weapon. Even though he had a gun, he opted for the blade. “Asher, can you come here? You’re the bigger of the two of us, I’ll try to go see what’s happening out there. Lance and Jayden will balance the weight at the back to keep the car stable.”

This time he didn’t hesitate his hand went straight for the sidearm still holstered at his thigh. “You bleed like him?” he growled. “You’ll find out,” the clone said, utterly calm. Alessio fired point-blank. The shot rang like thunder in the enclosed space. The clone’s head jerked sideways, a dark spray hitting the wall. For half a heartbeat, Alessio thought hoped it might actually be over. Then the head straightened. Slowly. The wound sealed itself like melting wax. “Cute,” the clone said. Behind them, the real Noa stirred again, eyes fluttering half-open. “Alessio…?”

With a man. Her fiancee. Clover can't afford to jeopardize her marriage with Noah since it will help the Xiao company's branches to spread over sea. Noah Zang was somebody she couldn't and shouldn't offend. But June was an easy target. A little bit of crying and emotional blackmail would do. Her trance of thought broke, when her assistant bought the car infront of her, blocking the couple she was staring at. Clover got inside the car and closed the door with a slam. As the car started moving she took out her phone.

He snapped his fingers as he sighed. His hair that hung freely on his back were suddenly lifted by an invisible force, and were braided and decorated with small white flowers between the crest of the braids. "Okay done." The braiding finally stopped and he twisted the doorknob. Black. That was what greeted him the moment the door was open, a fully black surroundings. No forest, not even any buildings on the background, completely black. "What...?" Noel stared at the darkness in shock. He fumbled the black surroundings and his eyes widened.

“Open that. Bring me the tools inside.” Knox was the first to move, crossing the room with a predator’s grace and flipping the heavy lid open. His breath hitched slightly as he looked inside. He pulled out a few items, his hands surprisingly steady as he brought them over: a set of leather cuffs lined with soft fur, a sleek, black silicone flogger, and a few sleek, metal… things I couldn’t name but dearly wanted to try. The sight of them in his hands sent a jolt of pure, undiluted heat straight to my core. Oh, yes.