Black Clover William Vangeance Novels & Stories

Vane’s black hood moved slightly as he straightened up, sending out a wave of dark energy that made my wolf’s hairs stand on end. "Paid?" Vane hissed, his voice thick with deadly intent. "You think your gold can buy me? I'm the leader of the Dark Sorcerers. I don't take orders from a pet dog who happens to wear an Elder’s cloak. Watch your mouth, Ruth, before I turn every drop of blood in your body into pure poison."

Third Person POV As the week begins, Clover settles back into a rhythm that, on the surface, looks routine, almost boring. Three days a week at the company. Goes to meetings, works on paperwork. She exercises her managerial experience with quiet authority, but beneath that structure, something has shifted. She’s been getting closer to the Blackwoods. Lately, instead of heading home after work, Clover finds herself Ubering straight to the Blackwood estate. She was not invited in any formal way, and it was not announced. Just… welcomed. As if she has always belonged there.

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.

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. Johann hated the Black Cliff and dreamed to leave it, break out of the mustiness of the eternal fog and head south where it was always warm as in summer, the harvest ripened faster, and the air smelled lavander and peaches. Capital people delivered groceries for sale in the villages the Black Cliff.

After our car got out, the sloping road closed automatically. “Claire, prepare your equipments.” “Yes, captain. I’m working on it now,” said Claire as she kept busy with her mini laptop. William Blackwood, his position as leader of this team. He’s the one who strategies and my partner in the fight against vampires. His smart brain always has unexpected ideas. He is also one of the best snipers in a hunter organization. Claire Anderson, hacker and archer in our team. She’s the one who supports us fighting from behind the scenes. Her fighting ability is probably still under both of us. However, her archery skills and the girl’s speed at hacking into a system cannot be underestimate.

"Abandon Project Horizon. Come back to Astera. Take your place as my heir. The board will forgive the scandal in time. The Sinclairs will fade from memory. We will rebuild." Vance met his father's gaze. "And if I refuse?" William's jaw tightened. "Then you lose everything. The inheritance. The trust. The name. You will be erased from the Blackwood legacy." He stepped closer. "I am not threatening you, Vance. I am offering you a choice. Your family or your fantasy. Choose." Vance was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke. "I choose Horizon." William's face went crimson. "You would throw away generations of legacy for a side project? For a village that will never make you rich?"

The air felt cooler here, the hush of the clearing broken only by the occasional chirp of crickets. “This is the bet,” Vance said, folding his arms. “Make the Bloodshade bloom before moonrise. Thirty minutes. No tricks, no help from others. Do that, and the badge is yours.” I stared at him, disbelief washing over me. “You know that’s impossible. The Bloodshade only blooms under the full moon. I can’t change nature’s timing.” Vance’s smile was slow and cruel. “Exactly. That’s what makes it fun. I don’t have to win... I just have to watch you lose.”

It could be seen that in the past seven or eight hours, William had put in a lot of effort. “She fell asleep?” Thomas asked. “Yeah” William beckoned to Thomas and asked him to look closer. There was still a certain distance between Thomas and Clover yesterday. Besides, it was dark at night, so he could not see too clearly. Now, under the surgical light, he could see every part of Clover’s body clearly. It could be seen that the roots of the flowers that grew on Clover had penetrated into her skin, as if they had grown into soil. “Mr. Owen, are these real flowers?” Thomas was still in a suspension of disbelief, thinking that it could be a kind of performance art. It was all too surreal.

They expected less for Mizu to win based on what her performance was showing. There's this group of three people in a very loud conversation, wearing a dark purple cloak with a crest of a black wolf showing its mighty canine teeth and an entrancing dark purple flower surrounding the creature— the Wolfbanes of the West House. They sit comfortably on the couch while facing some of their kohai's and boastfully saying with their loud ducky voice that can be heard throughout the area: "If I was in that game, the two of them will turn into a pulp in a single minute." the guy in the center of the three said with full of confidence.

Why should I even compare the two? I nod in agreement and turn to the one pitching, trying to listen and not turn to Chloe who is so damn clingy with Ethan. “So you are Ethan’s PA” The blonde haired man that just settled on the seat opposite mine begins speaking, I nod, with no urge to push the conversation further. “I’m William, you can call me Will.” “Alexa.” I simply respond. “Wanna dance together? They are going to have a dance time soon, I don’t have a partner and your boss is busy with his fiancée at the front,”