Black Clover Ocs Novels & Stories

But from the second floor, the men in black saw that scene and met her petrified gaze. Clover immediately pushed through the sea of humans and ran to the parking lot as fast as she could. Every step behind her felt like a predator's. Panting, she crouched next to a huge black-tinted hybrid van. Her heart thumped against her skin so hard as if it were going to jump out of her chest. Beads of sweat streamed down her chin; shudders continued running down her spine. Staying close behind the vehicle, she prayed with all her might that they would not find her. Not again.

From the records of the ship's logs: «From a distant, mariners always saw the shrouded in fog Black Cliff, as an ominous place, hovering above the earth in gloomy clouds. The captains kept their ships away from this damned cliff, fearing to run into prickly reefs and die before they wake from the terrifying collision. There were rumours that the Black Cliff has always been the refuge of the sea sorceress, however, no one has seen her for many years, and talks about her still continue to roam the lands of Sorfmarán. Local old-timers still remembered the sorceress's order: "When taking gifts from the sea, express gratitude and do not offend the dark waters with the guts of the dead."

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?"