Black Clover Wattpad Novels & Stories

“I couldn't have that, so I gave them a louder thing to look at. A jilted bride throwing herself at the Rogue Alpha. That's a better story than a border raid, and people would sooner pick at that than dig up an old grudge." So she'd taken the one private thing Meredith had left and thrown it to the whole territory to bury her own trail. I understood it the second she said it, and my fury climbed. "Is it the whole thing." My jaw was tight. "Was it cut. Is there more of it, before or after." Clover's mouth curved, slow and mean. "You're not asking what they're doing to her," she said. "You're asking whether she kissed him back." "Shut up."

I don’t know what other gossip she needed, I had already told her the full story of the twins and I. "I'm not a trope, Clover. I'm a free queen," I corrected, grabbing one of the cups on the table and filling it with margarita. "I denied both of them. I am officially spending my weekend with a bottle of wine and a 600 chapter web novel where the only drama is whether the female lead becomes an immortal cultivator or not." "Lame," Clover sang, but she clinked her cup against mine. "But hey, enjoy the peace,” she said, her tone lilting mysteriously.

Soft whispers began to spread through the grand ballroom, rolling like thin, unseen smoke—subtle, yet suffocating. The Alphas and Lunas who had been pretending to enjoy the music, wine, and polite laughter could no longer hide their curiosity. All eyes were fixed on a single point—on Alpha Reagan and Luna Rayna. “Hey, look at that,” a Luna from one of the clans whispered to another. “Isn’t that Alpha Reagan Valerius Blackthorn… or am I mistaken?”

I continue to cry, and Mary offers support, encouraging you to let your emotions out. I've been struggling since a situation involving someone named Austin, and I feel a lot of pain and confusion. My friends have been protective of me, disconnecting calls from Austin and informing my parents that I'll be staying with them for a while. Ruth suggests going out to have fun as a way to distract me from my current pain, and Sarah agrees. We all decide to go to a club called Club Knight. The atmosphere is overwhelming for me, but i try to dress up and not show how bad i'm feeling.

Clarissa As the blue cloud dissipated, a sudden rush of darkness overwhelmed Clarissa’s senses. Shadows swallowed the world around. A chill ran through her soul. The bond with Stefan and Blake thrummed with concern, but she was already being pulled away. She stood alone in a broken landscape. The sky was a mass of swirling black clouds, blotting out any light. The ground cracked and crumbled, swallowing remnants of once-great cities. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the land, burning everything in their path. The smell of sulfur and ash assaulted her senses.

Even DreamMare has announced its temporary closure until further notice. The phone slipped through her trembling fingers, landing with a barely audible thud on the carpet. Clover moved languidly, her steps heavy as she headed toward the balcony. Brilliant streaks of lightning slashed through the gloomy sky, illuminating the surroundings in fleeting bursts of electric blue. The next second, the once vibrant flowers bowed under the weight of the rain, their delicate petals brushing against the muddy ground. She gazed into the distance, lost in thoughts. It wasn't until a while later that she finally broke the silence. "Are you okay... Kyle?"

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.

Cleo’s voice came from behind me. Sheepishly, I turned around, shaking my hand to dismiss her accusation. “I was not doing anything with these women.” Cleo rolled her eyes and fled. I followed in quick strides and gripped her by the waist, lifting her up. “What the hell? Put me down now!” She kicked and struggled with protesting screams, beating fists down my back. My wolf wanted to be alone with her, hence I carried her through the grove until we arrived by the horsetail, shaped waterfall that fans out as it drops on a steep slope while still maintaining contact with the underlying cliff face.

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.