Ciel Black Clover Novels & Stories

"I want that one." I looked at the girl in question. "Kamelie is eight. She would suit your purposes nicely." I looked to Kazamir. "Do you see the one that stuck your fancy in your dreams?" He shook his head. "No. I saw that she would wear black, and that she was tall and regal. Her hair is black as a raven's wing, and her eyes darker than the darkest night." I shuddered. "You mean the bastard child. Klover."

him gone, you have to know the truth. This army is prepared to defend the throne and ensure it remains in the hands of those who truly care for the pack, and we answer only to you." "Wait a minute, the strange masked men that have been appearing randomly whenever I need them..." She trailed off when she realized. "Yes, Your Highness. They were always there," he said, nodding. A man stepped out from behind the tent. It was the same man that had helped them back at Bluemoon. Unlike the other soldier's, he wasn't wearing the regular uniform. He was clothed in an all black outfit and a black mask, which was probably because it helped hm stay unnoticeable and even if anyone managed to notice him

Soheila came back as she forgot what she needs to do before leaving with the Green Gold Grape. “it's back! It's back again!” Soheila had her Invisible Cloak on that's why no one could see her. She plucked out one Green Gold Grape and took out a Recovery Pill for spirit beast. Soheila told Firezha to move closer and she looked at the injured Black Leopard. Tears flood down to its eyes as it looks at the Green Gold Grape that was floating in the air. Firezha loudly cried when humans were about to come towards them.

Eivor said. “Not really, we did smell a faint scent a day or two ago, but I cannot tell you what it smelled like. Aerain has this scent that is hard to explain. To me she smells of dark amber, cloves, and dark jasmine, but there is also pink grapefruit, plumeria and fresh sea air like I am at the fucking beach. It is like she is putting off a different scent each time. It is confusing as fuck.” I answer.

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.

As they kept running, the air right in front of them started to twist and contort. Suddenly, a large group of black-clad men appeared, only their hawkish glare visible through a slit in their hoods. Tia, Bigby, and everyone else frowned at them—who was after Caleb this time?! Nonetheless, their leader was glaring fixedly at Caleb as he snorted. "Hmph! You have really gotten full of yourself, Caleb Crawford! But this ends today! Let me show you—" Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! There was an audible rush of air even before the black-clad man finished, almost popping everyone's eardrums just then.

I blink it away hard and fast, not wanting to miss a single second of this moment. “What the fuck…” I whisper, swiping at my face. Caelum walks a few paces ahead of me, his silhouette carved in perfect arrogance against the pastel sky. Rose gold, washed peach, misty purples bleed across the horizon, melting at the edges, swirling wet ink on silk. But there’s no sun. I crane my neck, squint against the impossible light. It’s just a glow, soft and sourceless.

(She absorbed the brick, flew up and gave Vera a blow to the face which sent Vera down the blocks of the castle) VERA: (groaned out loud and after some seconds, she boosted herself up with fire and she created little earth boulders, adding fire to them and sending them to Claire but Claire used super-speed and manuover them) CLAIRE: Summoning Cheet Blade (she slashed the last fire-earth boulder with the Cheet blade, controlled thunder and used the Cheet blade to direct it to Vera. At the end of the thunder, she saw Vera standing, weakly) What? That's supposed to be your end

Luckily Hikaru is always carrying around blueberries to mask his smell. " According to the villagers, there were 3 version slayers. Bankotsu, Galahad's wife, Cynthia, and the last mysterious one. He was always wearing a black blindfold, nobleman clothes and his hair is a very dark blue. Some described it just as blue as Prince Serin's hair. We assume that the scale belongs to him, since according to Galahad, Cynthia is definitely not a dragon. " Kagome informs as she goes through her notes.

I look down at my dress, I was wearing a white floral knee length cute dress with thin straps, I kept my hairs open and did some makeup. "Celeste" Theo calls for me in the mind link, I look around to find him standing on the stage, he waves me to come over. I look up at the sky, clouds were parting way for the moon to shine over us. It was perfect time to take oath, I walk towards him, he give me his hand and helps me at the steps. "You look beautiful" he compliments me leaning into my ear, I hide my big grin under my hand. "I can't wait to get back home" he says huskily "Theo" I slap his chest playfully.