Dorothy Black Clover Novels & Stories

Siora stepped forward into the brush when a thump echoed beneath her foot. “What was that?” she asked, kneeling. She brushed away the tangled grass and dead leaves, revealing what looked like a weathered wooden trapdoor embedded into the ground. “Should we even be touching that?” I asked, wary. Zevarion gave a casual shrug, though his eyes never left the door. Before we could decide anything more, the trapdoor creaked open from beneath. A young woman emerged. She had striking gray eyes and wild black hair. In one hand she held a dagger, not raised, but ready. Her gaze flicked over each of us assessing, sharp and unafraid.

I walk over to my chalice and drop the blood from my claws into it then pour some all knowing serum into it, a white light smoke rises from the chalice and we watch like a vision as a scene comes to life, a woman is fleeing, she’s dressed in black with her face covered and keeps looking back as she goes. It flashes forward, she is caught her face is clearly seen, her eyes are white and hair black as night and she is scraping at who ever has her caught by the throat “we have caught you Reina the Darcrow, it is futile to fight it, there is no escaping!” the smoke dies down and the blood is the chalice is evaporated.

A little girl stood beneath a tree. She looked exactly like Elara. Clover rushed toward her. “My baby!” She reached for the child. But the girl smiled. Her eyes turned completely black. “You shouldn’t have come here.” Clover froze. The child transformed. It wasn’t Elara. It was the Void. Kael pulled Clover backward. “Don’t touch it!” The creature smiled. “Too late.” Black chains erupted from the ground. They wrapped around Clover’s legs. Kael slashed at them. They reformed immediately.

I froze, biting my lip; if it weren't for me, Ryan would have been treated earlier and not as badly as now. "It's all because of her, I originally told my brother to stay away from poisonous snakes, but he refused to listen." Diana hates me so much; if it weren't for Evelyn and Lagan, she would have rushed over and killed me. I don't blame Diana for thinking because I hate myself. Lagan slammed his hand on the table sternly. "Now is not the time to blame each other; we need to find a herb called Blood Clover, a species of the clover family that has a bright red color and is extremely rare."

I tilted my head up toward him, lips brushing his just enough to spark heat… … and then the door burst open. Dorothy swept in like she owned the plane, folder in hand, her calm composure unshaken by interrupting us. “Oh, good. You’re both here.” I stumbled back a step while Ledger sighed, dragging a hand down his face. Dorothy, of course, didn’t so much as blink. She set the folder on the pool table, spreading out photographs like puzzle pieces. “Come,” she said crisply. “Tell me which of these people you recognize.”

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

Dorothy came out of the shower with her new dress. It was white in color and the dress clung to her figure in all the right places. Her red hair dripped with water as she used a towel to dry it. She was stunning, beyond beautiful and Sofia had seemed to stare at her for too long . “Hm” Dorothy brought Sofia out of her trance and Sofia smiled, walking to take the towel to help dry Dorothy’s hair. “Thank you” Dorothy muttered, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

I went to shower and after changing to my satin pajama set I got to bed and took my phone to scroll down but one thing caught my attention. Owner of Estelle Couture,gold digger or not. Bingo.

He was about to hide himself in the shadows again when one of the black-cloaked people spotted him and pointed in his direction. “Shit!” He exclaimed softly. Without hesitation, he sprinted away from this damn forest as fast as he could. He tried to hold out his phone to call Avril when he saw through the phone’s reflection the face of the black and red lady and those black-clothed people. His mind could be tricking him. Dorrien continued running as he knew the black lady, the lady in red, and the black-clothed people were chasing after him. Dorrien looked at his phone again and he swore what he saw earlier was important and unbelievable. The two ladies’ faces were now covered with black gli

How on earth does black has so many shades? I gulp nervously, squinting my eyes to look at them carefully, they all look same to me. My eyes move from the card to her, she's staring at me like a hawk, waiting for my suggestion. I quickly point at the third shade, she turns the card to look at herself. Her brows scrunch together. You're dead Daisy. "Good choice flower girl" she says in approval, I sigh in relief, she shifts to eat the nail techs brain. Best of luck to her!