Black Clover Wizard Kings Novels & Stories

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Werewolf Kings Mistress- So this story is still really new and only has like 4-5 chapters out. Right now Regan is meeting with his mate Dominique in secret and she still has no idea that werewolves exist. At work she starts to get closer to her coworker, Cyrus, who also happens to be the leader of the rebellion plaguing Regan. Eventually the queen and Regans wife, Claire, was going to find out that Regan was still seeing the human. Not letting anything slip she was going to have her killed so her position wouldn't be at risk. Cause afterall, if Regan changed her into a wolf then she wo

“Do you have any friends who want to dance with us?” Breeze wiggled her finger at them. “It’s party night. We’re all in the mood to have some fun.” Cedar stood. “Good deeds do pay off.” Jaded finished his drink and stood. “I love party night.” “Me too,” Bestial growled. “Let’s go have a few hours of fun with our females.” 186 Justice

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

She swallowed and raised her trembling hands to sign some god knows what shit but before she could even bring herself to move a finger, a warrior burst inside the tent, his condition in a disarray as he struggled to breathe. He was a Walton warrior. She didn't even get the chance to take a breath when the warrior struck her with another 'heart failing' news. "My King, King Leo, and King Adrian are indulged in a serious rumpus." He said and Sasha's eyes doubled in size. King Adrian was the King of the Clover Kingdom. She knew he had a beef with her brother but to think they would openly go on a rumpus right before the war was absurd. She shifted her gaze back on Ragnar and noticed how rigid h

Grand, with a vaulted ceiling arched high, painted with constellations and mythic beasts, towering shelves rising like walls, carved from dark oak and lined with books. “Here.” He pulls out an old book, its cover black and edged in gold. At the center gleams a golden wolf’s head, bared teeth frozen in a snarl. Behind it, a raven spreads its wings wide, poised as if descending from the sky. Grimm opens it. The pages are an old, yellowish color, but intact. “Most of the Raven Wolf King books here are written to sound like fantasy, as if he were just a fairy tale. This one’s the one you want. Depicts date‑to‑date events.”

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik

Six figures I recognized instantly, standing like royalty forged in rot. Alpha Marik. Luna Danika. Kade, slinking behind them like a leashed predator. And the rest of the Council of Claw and Chain. They brought an army. A thousand wolves. Witches. Wizards. A whole damn sorcerer circus. And they couldn't get in.

Just like that, fabric unfurled like waves, lifting coffins out of the ground as if like a magic trick. One by one, infant spirits broke free from their wooden prisons. I pointed at them, then back at Jim. "See them? Some never got to talk, some never even saw the world. They're just like you, trapped between life and death. In seven days, this place will be as spooky as it gets. Are you in? Will you fight with me, even if it's to the death?"

The shirt stretched just enough across his shoulders to hint that there was a very unfair body beneath all that corporate polish. A modern-day Clark Kent. *God, Joanna, get a grip,* I scold myself silently, a sudden, inappropriate flush of heat creeping up my neck. *You literally almost died two minutes ago over your ex, and now you’re drooling over a stranger’s chest?* I force my eyes down to my water glass, thoroughly ashamed of my own brain. The man ignores our silent inventory, his gaze shifting past us toward the entrance of the lounge. They are still there. Kenneth and Paula.