Black Clover Oc Novels & Stories

"What if I changed my mind? What if I'm not ready?" Dad looks at me, worried. "What's going on? You've been planning this for months. You love Marcus." We pull up to the grove. I can see the altar with white flowers and silver ribbons. Pack members from both territories fill the benches. Marcus stands at the front in his ceremonial robes, looking like the future Alpha he is. When he sees our car, he smiles. The same smile he had this morning while he was screwing my stepmother. "It's normal to be nervous," Dad says. "But once you see Marcus up there, everything will feel right."

The couple kissed once more, sparklers hissing around them, the circle of light closing like an embrace. Later, when the last guests departed and the meadow grew quiet, the oak tree stood tall under the silver gaze of the moon. The cows settled into sleep, their bells chiming softly, as if whispering lullabies to the earth. Jacques and Maurizio lingered at the edge of the field, hands entwined. “Do you hear it?” Jacques whispered. “The silence?” Maurizio asked. “No,” Jacques smiled, “the future.” Above them, the constellations stretched eternal, just as love itself endures.

"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?!"

Sinking to the floor, she closed her eyes. The Black Cliff was plunged into the darkness of the night, illuminated by blinding flashes of lightning. The sea and the sky staged an unspoken battle: the opened whirlpool twisted a lone ship in its grip, high waves rolled noisily onto the shore, hit rocks and protruding reefs. The terrified sailors held on to the masts, but the raging elements flooded the deck, flowed down the cut-water onto a mermaid-amulet carved from wood. From the bright flashes, the face of the sea maiden turned into a grinning mask, and the tail was hidden by another wave, wanting to separate the "wooden mermaid" from the hull and pull it into its arms. Black, impenetrable

His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—rage, fear, and a strange, unfamiliar sorrow that gnawed at him from within. But as darkness fell over the forest, it became clear that April had vanished without a trace. The search was called off, and the Clan members returned to the mansion, empty-handed and heavy-hearted. --- **BLOODY SINNER'S** Lucifer stood alone in his chambers, staring out the window at the forest that had swallowed April whole. The bloodstain haunted him, a stark reminder of how little control he truly had. The woman who had challenged him, defied him, and now eluded him—she had slipped through his fingers.

MAX The rap song playing from the speakers in the converted garage was thumping so hard I could feel it in the soles of my feet. The air smelled like cheap keg beer, sweat, and of course, victory. We’d just crushed our rivals, and as the quarterback of the hockey team—the guy who’d made the final play—I should’ve been high on the win. But I wasn't. I was fucking high on the sight of Clover. Clover Arnold was a goddess with a mean streak, the leader of the cheer team, and unfortunately, she was Chad’s girl. My best friend's property, and that should make her off limits for real.

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..."

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."