Black Clover Plot Novels & Stories

The Black Cliff. Sixteen years earlier. That spring day Johannes was lying on a hill catching few rays that were shining through gloomy clouds. He was nibbling on a grass blade, lazily looking at a flock of sheep: yellowish and light gray wool balls were plucking juicy clover that covered the whole hill. From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass.

I couldn’t take them all on. With another blow to keep Dimitri down, I ran off into the darkness. I rolled in the dirt and against flowers to scatter my scent. By the time the howls and barks died, I felt like I had run for hours. My wounds burned but with the adrenaline coursing through my veins I barely felt the pain. “Clover, where are we?” “I don’t know…” she said softly. All I saw were trees and bushes. The sun slowly emerged from its hiding place.

Many spoke up for them, claiming I had disregarded human life. As public outrage continued to build, Clover called me. She told me that if I didn't give her a large sum of money, she would reveal even more explosive details and ruin both my father and me. Leaving someone to die was a grave matter, and what I did back then was truly inhumane. I sneered. "Clover, have you forgotten that before my family's rescue team arrived, you were planning to kill me?"

"They already know you are Elijah's sister, that made you a target. Once it's known you're under our protection, a Black Rose, like us, it makes you forbidden to touch," The weight of his words settled over me like a blanket. Protection. It implied danger, threats I wasn't even aware of. But it also implied safety, and God help me, I wanted to believe him. After that night with the bald men, I already knew life as I'd come to know it was over for me. And now with this step I've chosen to take... He nodded to the guards, who immediately stepped aside and opened the heavy door. The sound from the main club became muffled, replaced by something softer, more intimate. Noir stepped through first,

“Clover, what’s going on?” Clover pursed her lips nervously and stammered, her entire body shaking like a leaf. “I… I…” At this point, she knew there was no hiding the truth anymore, so she finally admitted it. “Actually… the baby belongs to my ex-boyfriend…” “You b*tch!” Ben swung his arm back and slapped Clover across the face. Ben’s blow struck Clover so hard that she fell onto the ground. She propped herself up and spat out a mouthful of blood that, to everyone’s horror, contained a single tooth!

Clara arrives home from school that afternoon with the notebook. Not the school notebook — the other one. The small one she has been carrying since she was eight, in the coat pocket, the one that has been filled and replaced twice and is now in its third version. She puts it on the kitchen table and opens it to a page she has marked with a folded corner and says, "I have a question about this." The marked page has a single sentence in Clara's handwriting: *The conditions are in the rocks. The rocks are not in the conditions.*

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.

The room buzzed, one hushed Whisper after another ripped like a wave behind her. Cindy rushed to where Clover stood. She opened her arms and wrapped them around Clover, wiping bitterly, "How could you leave us like that? We looked for you everywhere, but it's like you vanished into thin air." "What's the occasion here?" Clover asked ignoring Cindy's baseless wiping. "Oh, ummmm..." Cindy released her arms around Clover and looked toward Kayden, who had a dark expression on his face as his eyes were glued on Clover. There was a complexity in those eyes that he was trying hard to cover with his anger.

I work extra hours most of the time because my life feels so boring and nothing is interesting to write about, other than my pains and bad luck. Not like it'd change anything, but there are times when I wonder if Killian is thinking about me. "Still thinking about the scumbag?" Clover says from my side, shoving me out of my thoughts and when I snap my head in her direction, she's paused molding the battered flour and is drinking blood from a blood bag. She's Mr. Howells's old daughter, skinny with red hair and freckles just like James. Clover likes skipping school to help her dad out in the restaurant. She's been chased out by Mr. Howells on several occasions, but she doesn't stop skipping s

What they didn't know, behind the ruffling of the leaves bushes. A pair of eyes in the dark were eerie spies that were doing their assigned tasks and taken photos secretly. As the camera shutters silently with no visible flashes to avoid unnecessary exposure. Their orders were from a elder at the other pack that was rival of the Alarick pack for decades ago. And they plan to overthrown the next in line, Theodulf Alarick. 'He will be so pleased,' a strange man in the shadows thought. As he backed away with stealth but a branch crunch by his sudden footing. Cath heard him as she inched closer to him. He whip out his dagger readying his stance to ambush her but she was called out by classmate t