Black Clover Zenon Novels & Stories

Zenon is one of the strongest in this world and his powers are not to be trifled with. A little while later, Zenon jumped down the platform and walked toward his group. But Zenon stopped walking when he met our gaze and his eyes widened in shock as he looked at Leena and me. He stood there frozen as if he saw a ghost or something. I smiled at him and waved; he got back into his trance while rubbing his eyes as though he was hallucinating. Leena and I chuckled at his reaction. His expression lifted and quickly headed our way in a hurry.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

She sent Ethan an article about the Higashiyama district in October, which Ethan forwarded to Valentina with one word: obvious. Valentina books Japan in March. Not the birthday — Rosa's birthday is the twentieth and Japan is in May, when the late spring light is doing what May light does in Kyoto, and the Higashiyama district is at the particular quality it has between the cherry blossoms and the summer heat. Two weeks. Valentina, Ethan, Clara, Rosa, Pep. Five people in a country that Pep knows and Valentina has been to, and Rosa has been circling for a year.

Azraiel’s Gamma, Theo was on his knees bowing in front of his mate, the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack. Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says, “Alpha!”

he whispers. “I love you too Zac.” The water turned cold when we finally finished cleaning up. Stepping out my legs still trembling beneath me After draping a towel around his hips, Zac wraps my body in fluffy white towel and carries me bridal style to a lounge chair in the bedroom. Grabbing another, he dries my hair with a tender touch and disappears into the closet. When he returns he already has a pair of light wash denim jeans hanging low on his hips, the black band of red boxer briefs peaking over the top. Tossing more clothes onto the bed, he tugs a steely blue tee over his head, it clings tightly to his rippling muscles.

Chloe said, “Tomorrow, you will see it,” Zen nodded with a smile but still, her face showed signs of sadness. “Is there anything bothering you?” Chloe asks. “Nothing. I guess I will come to normal after marriage,” Zen said. Chloe nodded. “Do you want coffee or hot chocolate?” Chloe asks. “No, I don’t want anything,” “Come on, you should drink something. Wait here, I will get you some juice,” Chloe went to the kitchen. Zen looked around, unlike her new bedroom, Chloe’s filled with books and artifacts. She finds this place so interesting.

Zen offered a handshake which he accepted. “Caleb, meet Zen, my future---” “Future what?” Caleb’s brows furrowed. I almost snickered. “My future partner---” “Partner?!” He looked shocked. “Dang it! Can you let me finish?!” I snapped. Zen chuckled. “I’m Dawn’s future partner. I’ll be their cake distributor.” “Oh… why didn’t you say so, mine?” “I wonder why?” I mockingly asked. “You two are couple?” Zen casually asked.

Giovanni said, his tone cold. "Zen, just do it," Kimberly urged. "You don’t love her, right? And honestly, her death will clear up a lot of the obstacles in our plans." Zen. Aleah’s mind raced as she stared at him. Could he really hurt her? She knew he didn’t love her, but surely he’d respect the time they had spent together—or at least hesitate. Then again, she’d seen him shoot the other man earlier, without a second thought. Maybe he was capable of doing the same to her. After all, Hunter was known as the Cold Demon Alpha, and his ruthless actions today proved he earned that title.

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.

Mason turned. Zeno stepped out of the shadows in a black coat, his silver cufflinks catching the moonlight. Beside him were two enforcers—broad men with dead eyes and matching pistols tucked at their waists. Zeno smiled, cold and confident. “You really are your father’s son. Always trying to be a hero.” Mason’s fingers curled into fists. “He was a hero. You just made the world forget.” “Mm,” Zeno mused, glancing around. “You came alone. Admirable. Foolish, but admirable.”