Dark Triad Black Clover Novels & Stories

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.

the paladin bow down and his liege faced them Lina remembered the cosplay of ghosts every Halloween. A white floating sheet –she doesn’t even know if the kid used a bedsheet or their own blanket but it somehow looks like what’s in front of her “A floating skull” Lich looks like the ghost in Halloween –more like the grim reaper With chains and an old book spell in his both hands, black hairdressing in his bone head and a white old and tattered robe for his top… Lich is ready for some trick or treat

"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.

His wolf is furious, not at Clover but at him. -You fool,- his wolf growls. -You've wasted years.- "Shut up," Milton mutters, but there's no conviction behind it. For the first time, doubt creeps in, unwelcome and uncomfortable. Outside, Clover slips away from the main paths, taking a hidden trail that winds through the oldest part of the Kirkwood forest. Here, ancient pines tower overhead, their branches creating a natural cathedral. The afternoon light filters through in dappled patterns, illuminating patches of wildflowers that grow in defiant clusters.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

POV: Aria Monroe The Grove led them. Not with words. Not with signs. But with memory. Aria walked in silence, Luna’s hand tucked into hers, Kaelion a shadow at her side. The trees parted for them, their branches bending low, their roots shifting subtly beneath the moss. The air grew colder, heavier. Every breath Aria took felt like it stirred something ancient. They reached the edge of a clearing unlike any Aria had seen before. The trees here were blackened—not burned, but darkened by time. The ground was bare, stripped of moss and bloom. At the center stood a stone altar, cracked and weathered, etched with runes that pulsed faintly in the moonlight.

"The Tribrid end is near" "What are you insinuating,Arthur?. It seems that lady worked her ways into your head." Vincent grimaced but Arthur wriggled his head. "We've been at different wars this past 100 years and Nick has been at more before we even existed. Dahlia,The Trios!...these two are no small Feat!. They are a group of ancient Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Hybrids who have all been trampled upon by Nick. They want revenge,they want to end him at all cost not minding the dangers they cause to others. Greece died,my parents died and many more when the Trios attacked!. What if Dahlia and the Trios attack at the same time?..." Arthur exhaled again while he gestured. "Who knows who will

From the records of the ship's logs: «From a distant, mariners always saw the shrouded in fog Black Cliff, as an ominous place, hovering above the earth in gloomy clouds. The captains kept their ships away from this damned cliff, fearing to run into prickly reefs and die before they wake from the terrifying collision. There were rumours that the Black Cliff has always been the refuge of the sea sorceress, however, no one has seen her for many years, and talks about her still continue to roam the lands of Sorfmarán. Local old-timers still remembered the sorceress's order: "When taking gifts from the sea, express gratitude and do not offend the dark waters with the guts of the dead."