Black Clover Squads Novels & Stories

They were using night-vision arrays that bathed the landscape in a sickly, pale green glow. ​Clara peeked over the edge of the drift, her breath hitching. These weren't Julian’s units. These were Council-spec heavy tactical teams—the kind that didn't take prisoners. ​"The Council," Clara breathed, her hand tightening on her sidearm. "They’ve finally tracked the Sovereign Trust’s final shutdown signal." ​Adrian’s arm pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low, gravelly promise of violence. "They aren't here for the Trust. They are here to erase the witnesses."

"We have twenty minutes. The 'Blind Spot' is our only path to the Hive. We move in three squads, as planned." "Sienna, Jax, Kora, and Nico—you’re the tactical spearhead." "Elias, Leo, Jade, and Lila—you’re the technical strike team." "Olivia, Lionel, and Baron—you’re the global command." "And the rest of us?" Jasper Rex asked, looking at the assembled Krauser and Phoenix teams. "You’re the extraction and perimeter," Chester said. "If we don't make it out, you’re the ones who have to rebuild this city. Do not fail."

The scroll unfurled, revealing a detailed map of Blackrock City’s streets. Leo forced his eyes away from Eve, walking to the table and pointing at the dense red marks on the map. His expression turned unprecedentedly serious. “Sis, you’re in big trouble.” He pointed at the red dots. “According to our spies, half of the Dark Blood Duchy’s elite death squads have snuck into Blackrock City under the guise of the Warrior Tournament. These red dots are the spots they’ve been scouting the past two days. They’ve surrounded the central arena so tightly, not even a fly can get in or out.”

As they were envious of her, all of them collectively agreed on shunning and torturing her— other than Kelvin who preferred staying out of this completely. Every unit had three squads— lavender, purple, and violet, with violet ranking the highest and lavender the weakest. As for their unit, it was the 9th unit that was responsible for matters in capital. Their squad was lavender, and according to abilities, squads had the possibility of being promoted into a higher rank. This could happen for a member only or the entire squad. Their leader was ambitious and aimed to rise to a higher rank. Seeing how Blair threatened the possibility of that, he aimed to get rid of her.

An ice tornado swept through the Caucasus Mountains. Three members of the Phantom Squad - the World Government's most elite stealth assassination unit - lay stiffly lying behind a chunk of glacier. Their synchronized artificial heartbeats are hidden by advanced military-grade thermal camouflage cloaks. "Target one, Alpha King, has disappeared from the visual range of satellite monitoring, Captain," whispered Ghost-2 through the signal-disabling micro-radio channel behind his battle helmet.

There was far too much at stake if I did. It was still dark when we arrived at the parking site, ready to start the mission. There were twelve of us and we were divided up into three squads of four. Noah, Michel and I would be commanding a squad each. Our intention was to strip our clothes and hide them away from the vehicles just in case. The keys were hidden elsewhere, separate from the clothes as well.

We moved in like whispers into the cold. Split into four wings, no sound but breath, boots, and orders passed in sign language. Felix and the Ghost Squad veered east through the overrun warehouse ruins. Scales’ demolition boys sliced north across the scrapyard fences. Ricco and the tech team took the underground drain pipes to intercept Antonioni’s power lines. Derek and I… Black Claw, cut straight through the old ridge, the shadow path leading to the dome’s edge. Everything was in motion. Everything was clean. Until...

One wrong moved they might lose their head. These shocking events make everyone alerted and by the sudden appearance of a beautiful stranger. She can even easily tell who was the leader of the two groups. "Stop it Dark Queen." a voice cold as an ice and strong as a command emerges in this silent atmosphere, giving everyone a tremendous chill down their spine. Following the voice, they saw a handsome young man in a black silky cloak unparalleled to anybody, with a fashionable mask and in white silky hair. Back has a crest of a terrifying Dragon, and where an Excalibur sword was located. He was followed by a guy of the same age with also a great presence.

Swarm beasts surge immediate—carapace clicking silent, mouths yawning wide, eyes like broken stars. Navy SEALs drop in seconds later—black ops choppers cloaked, fast-roping down, rifles spitting void-piercing rounds. Marines storm from subway entrances—armored columns pushing up, heavy weapons glowing with integrated runes. USSF classified black ops melt from shadows—stealth suits shimmering, plasma blades igniting blue. **SEAL Captain (comms, calm):** “Storm Queen, grid locked. Black ops on flanks. Lances hot—waiting your mark.”

“Miles is an idiot.” Following the war with the shadow pack, the six-pack alliance’s army, aptly named the ‘security squad’, started sending teams off on missions to track down and eliminate splinter groups that formed from remaining shadow pack loyalists. Miles and I both applied to be included in the next mission, but he narrowly missed making the cut and he’s been salty as fuck ever since. He’s officially next in line for the mission if someone drops out, hence his ask in the bet we made.