Black Clover Oc Novels & Stories

"You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all." "We would've succeeded if he hadn't appeared!" He shifted his attention to the speaking man. "He?" "Kyle Lee." "Ah... The rising star." *** Clover twitched her brows as faint voices floated to her ears. A warm flood of orange light fell onto her lids. Not bothered by them, she brushed away the itch on her face and stuck her leg out of the cotton blanket to continue her sleep. All of a sudden... "WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOUR BRAIN?!"

Asher's breath caught. A divorce agreement? How did he not know about this? When did Winona sign it? After a long moment, he finally forced the words out. "Where's the divorce agreement?" Carter wiped his eyes and ran downstairs on his short legs to retrieve the divorce agreement from the car. He handed the divorce agreement to Asher. "This is the birthday gift Mom gave me. She said it would make my wish come true. I just opened it and found it says divorce agreement..."

Olivias pov Night unfurled like a shadowy banner overhead, cloaking the clearing in hues of inky blue and silver. I stood amidst the soldiers, their scents mingling with the forest's earthy aroma. My senses tingled with anticipation; the air crackled, heavy with a promise of impending conflict. Despite my efforts to focus, my thoughts drifted to Victor. He should've returned by now, yet the woods swallowed secrets, leaving only whispers of worry in its wake. Still, I could let nothing shake my resolve. The dark rogues were coming, drawn by an unseen force that tugged at my very spirit.

The little girl looked at her mother. “Mommy…” Her voice was weak. “Help me.” Clover pulled against the chains. “I’m coming!” Kael raised his sword. “Together.” He drove the sword into the ground. Golden energy spread across the forest. Clover’s Eclipse Crown appeared. Silver and black energy surrounded her. The chains began breaking. CRACK. The Void stepped backward. “You cannot defeat me.” Clover pulled harder. “Maybe not.” CRACK. “But I can defeat what you made me believe.”

As the non-disclosure agreement was a steep 100 years, as if, I would be alive by then to write the tell all. My imagination went wild as I imagined meeting something with three fingers curling around every corner to surprise me. But it was the opposite as it smelled more like we were in a chemical lab that had just been cleaned recently with some very heavy bleach. There wasn't a speck of dust everywhere. I looked at Dr. Dawson wondering if he had some type of OCD as an alpha. I could make that one of my investigations in the future, but as I wondered this, Dr. Dawson stopped abruptly and opened a door, I hadn't even noticed was there. It was the same texture as the wall, so it didn't e

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

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.

I gave Octavia a smile I hoped would settle her but it didn't work. There was no way Clover could be worse than Skylar. That bitch was pure evil. She must have a special place in the devil's heart because she loved to do his work. "Come, let's let her in." Octavia followed beside me as we went to open to door for Clover right as she was about to ring the doorbell.

Clara’s POV The gates of Blackmoor Castle loomed ahead—tall, cold, and iron-forged. Just like the man who ruled behind them.Lucas.Even the name tasted bitter on my tongue.The carriage slowed, wheels crunching against the gravel as my fingers tightened on the folds of my gown. I wore black—not for mourning, but for war. Silk draped over my frame like armor, the neckline sharp, the sleeves clawed. The sapphire pendant nestled above my chest, a gift from Ryker, glinted in the sunlight like a warning.Sora leaned in from across the cabin. “You’re trembling.”“No,” I said flatly, staring ahead. “I’m alive.”She didn’t argue. She knew better. I had been many things in my past—omega, mate, prisoner. B

I have never seen him text anybody or even do social media. “I will give you someone's number, so you can look into him,” Clover smacked her lips together, “How do I look?” “You look good,” I said without looking at her. “Whatever,” Clover said, and I sighed, “I don't care what you do; all I know is by the end of the holiday, I will have a free 100k$ in my account.” I sighed again, I couldn't believe that money would leave my account, “Nothing might happen so I might be the one getting the free 100k$”