Dark Triad Black Clover Novels & Stories

Their crests, intricate symbols of ancient power and unyielding law, glinted like judgment on their formal robes, reflecting the single, harsh light source that hung from the vaulted ceiling. We stood before them, a small, exposed group in the vast, intimidating space. The triplets stood with shoulders squared, cloaked in their formal black coats, their Alpha aura a tangible force, even when contained. I stood between Ryder and Caden, a fragile bridge between their immense presences, trying desperately not to flinch beneath the Council’s collective, withering gazes. Their eyes, a dozen pairs, felt like physical weights, dissecting me, judging me, searching for something to condemn.

My parents were a part of a Triad that were the only ones that had a single Triad baby that lived. I have two sisters, Emerald age seventeen and Nephrite age sixteen, and one brother, Zircon age twelve. I was the only true Triad child of all three of our parents. “Sapphire. We are not trying to make you do something that you don’t want to do, but if you want to find your mate this is something you will have to do. The High Priestess and Dravo Darkfang will be going with you and Maxia Voltage and a few knights. We do hope that you will go with them and find where you are needed and belong,” Alpha Logan said as Luna Morgan came up to me and embraced me softly.

“My name’s Drake Forrester. I’m Troy’s Beta. My birthday’s on 12 March and I’m twenty-five. Your turn.” “Cleo Black, I’m twenty and my birthday was on 13 August,” she said. “We’ll reach Black Claw in another two hours. Tomorrow we’ll get everything you need,” Drake said. Cleo nodded her head and leaned against the door, shifting her body away from him. Drake wanted to reach out and let her lean on him but he refused to do anything the bond pushed him to do. He’d get to know her, he'd give her that chance at least. He’d been pissed when Jeffrey said she was the pack slut. He had no way of knowing how true that was and he didn’t care that she’d had sex before, but a pack slut? Was that really

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”

“Glad your priorities are in order.” Evander looks around the kitchen. “Good, you’re all here.” He’s dressed in all black, with a silky cloak draped over his shoulders. It’s the traditional garb for gatherings. My friends have on their black dresses already, but I still need to change. “I don’t have much time, so let’s make this quick.” “What does the Grand Coven know about the demon attacks?” Kristy asks.

he shouted. It was a silent morning at the red roger pack. Trevor was on his seat, lost in his thoughts. His right hand was placed on the handle of the seat, while he rested his chin on it. A guard was at hisback, his sword by his hand. Trevor had just sent for Malcolm some minutes ago, bur he was still not hear. He was contemplating whether to tell him about what the moon goddess said to him or he should just keep it to himself. But there was no way he could go about it without telling anyone. Malcolm arrived wearing a black trouser and an armor on it. He knelt on one knee and used the mouth of his sword as the other.

Were they born to be so sadistic? “I felt it when you got close to Eyolf. The connection was so strong for me to take in. That’s why I was able to locate you.” “You felt our bond,” I whispered. “Yes, I did and from what I can see, Ragnulf hasn’t noticed it yet, huh?” “Yes, he hasn’t noticed it at all.” I looked down at my feet, hoping he wouldn’t find out. If he does, I’m doomed. I had three mates which were triplets and alphas.

More time passed and the knock never came again. Ebony camellia. Another one of those shades she hadn't experimented. She was lured by its name as it portrayed her mood: Dark, straight from hell, and excruciatingly hurt. Louisa had had enough of staying indoors for it made her idle and think like crazy. A little bit of work would clear her head as she believed.

"And what is the price of that foundation, Soren? Nothing in this world comes without a tab." A small, grim shadow passed over Soren’s face. He looked down at the white chalk lines between our feet. "The price is historic vulnerability. The Blackthorn archives are thorough, but my elders hid the true record of the year 1247. They told the coven that the first tribrid failed because her magic was too wild. It was a lie."

My heart sank, but I couldn't allow defeat to set in. “Where can we find Belladonna?” I asked, determined to do everything in my power to save the triplets. Cierce pointed towards the mountains near the Colorado River. “There you'll find the plant. Belladonna fruits are black and round. It's the antidote we need,” Cierce explained. I nodded, ready to go, but Hunter intervened. “No, Fierce. I'll go with some wolves. We can't risk anything happening to you,” he said. I understood his concern, but the urgency of the situation compelled me to act quickly. “Hunter, we need to be fast—every minute counts. If we go together, we can expedite the process,” I argued.