Black Clover Oc Novels & Stories

he shouted, and that angered Alder, but I stopped him. "Listen to me very well; I can look in your eyes and tell you I am a fu****g virgin! And I am thankful that I didn't give myself to you when you wanted it. I guess I was still smart enough to know that you were only playing on me! So listen to me, I, Clover Ellington, challenge you, Alpha Vlad Obray of the Raven Claw Pack, for the title of Alpha." "Clover!" Alder exclaimed, but I just ignored him.

Back to work. Her thoughts were foggy as she shifted her focus back to the body. She knelt, adjusting her lens to get a clearer shot of the claw marks. The dizziness started to come again, the same one that had been creeping up on her more often in recent weeks. She gripped the camera tighter, trying to steady herself. The blackouts—when time seemed to slip through her fingers, when everything went dark—had been happening more and more. She tried to fight it off, but the blackness crept in, threatening to swallow her whole. Her grip on the camera faltered, and she stumbled but caught herself just in time. Her pulse hammered in her ears, and she forced herself to take a deep breath. No. Not n

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

Then one night, everything changed. Relying on his spiritual power, Zephyr broke the curse on the other two. Lorian, who was now restored to a high-tier healer, used a secret technique to repair Zephyr’s eyesight. What surprised me most was Cael. During a hunt, he broke through his limits, advancing directly from Omega to Beta. At this rate, in less than a year, he could attain Alpha. Everything was moving in the right direction. Although all three of them had risen in rank, when they looked at me now, there was only unwavering loyalty in their eyes. Just as I had expected, they hadn’t abandoned me, like Camilla claimed they would.

“Invoco elemuntum aqua.” “Invoco elemuntum ignis.” Bright blue light fills the empty space in a large tree, and we both step through, emerging into the woods. The sounds of the night are loud around us, and I turn, making sure the door seals back up before daring to move away. I’m not chancing anything getting through. Not now, not ever again. “I’m going to go home, pour myself some wine, and read the rest of my book.” Kristy pulls the hood of her cloak up to keep the bugs away. “What are you going to do?”

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 wolf is furious, not at Clover but at him. -You fool,- his wolf growls. -You've wasted years.- "Shut up," Milton mutters, but there's no conviction behind it. For the first time, doubt creeps in, unwelcome and uncomfortable. Outside, Clover slips away from the main paths, taking a hidden trail that winds through the oldest part of the Kirkwood forest. Here, ancient pines tower overhead, their branches creating a natural cathedral. The afternoon light filters through in dappled patterns, illuminating patches of wildflowers that grow in defiant clusters.

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.

‘She doesn’t know who we are,’ Clover whimpers, pulling at her lavender colored hair, showing more fear than I’ve ever seen in her. “I’m right here Raven, I’m not leaving you,” I whisper, trying to calm her down, wishing I knew how to take her pain. ‘Gideon, like with Gideon… sink your claws into her to drain her she’s full of power and life!’ Clover squeals almost happily, as I look over at her watching her dance around the bodies. “Clover now is not the time!” I growl at her, trying to understand how she could be happy when everything has gone straight to hell so fast.

“You look like you got handled.” I press my lips together. “…I did.” Silence. Then: “OH MY GOD.” “Lower your voice!” “I’m whispering!” she whisper-yells, gripping my arm tighter. “Was it him?? Tattoo guy??” I don’t answer. Who else? Clover steps back slightly, staring at me like she just unlocked a secret. “Okay,” she says, collecting herself. “Okay. Wait.” She runs a hand through her hair. “First of all—”