Black Clover Patri Novels & Stories

The valley holds the same warm mist that’s hovered over all his childhoods, but today it feels heavy, expectant, as if the grass and moss and ancient rock are part of the crowd, waiting for the main event. No one speaks until they’ve reached the flat stone slab at the center of the amphitheater. It was here, three hundred years ago, that the first Black Claw patriarch offed his own father to secure the pack’s future—so the family legend says. Now it’s just slick with moss, slick enough that any cub in his right mind would use it as a Slip ‘n Slide in the rain. Today, though, it’s a stage. David is supposed to step forward first.

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."

She looks too much like her mother, not just in appearance, but in that quiet, unbreakable resolve. In the forest clearing where Lettie Gilmore's memorial stone stands, Clover kneels and arranges her offerings with practised care. The polished granite bears her mother's name and the pack symbol for courage, a wolf with head raised in defiance. "I miss you," Clover whispers, her fingers tracing the carved letters. "Especially today."

Trying to hold up the pieces of us we can’t carry ourselves. But now, it’s time to say goodbye to Citra. Moonrise is an hour away, and Naomi’s helping me dress. Slade is with Jamal, getting him ready in Finn’s room. “I thought you could wear the purple dress,” Naomi says gently as I walk in wearing a robe. “It was Citra’s favorite.” She’s already dressed in lavender—the same dress she wore to Citra’s last birthday. That detail twists something sharp in my chest. I nod and go into the bathroom to change. I don’t trust my voice.

and stands up straight from leaning on the bars. Himari stands up too after she makes sure the blanket covered Mizu's body completely and says in a serious manner, " Akane was right, tomorrow she will surely win her fight. Now, at the time had been already quarter to 9 we need to go back to our own room before 10 o'clock," she said looking at the wall clock. Haruto suddenly threw the rest of the cloaks towards them and they easily catch it. The black cloak sways strongly when they start wearing it. On the back, a logo of a terrifying silver dragon with an open mouth was imprinted, indicating they are from East House.

Our manager is one tough cookie to crack,a minute late he will lecture you to for being tardy wishing you'd crawl back and never be seen. I sigh as I take out my contacts for my disguise looks.After all have been through and deciding to cloak myself as Marie,I also had to change my looks choosing a blonde wig and blue eye contacts hiding my grey eyes.I also had to tan myself a bit to hide my pale skin.I closed my eyes letting myself fall into slumber with only one thought in mind,time to reign.