Dorothy Black Clover Novels & Stories

I woke up famous. Not the good kind. Not the kind where people admire you. The kind where people watch you. Every move. Every step. Every breath. Because by the time I stepped out of my dorm that morning, my name wasn’t just Zara Corven anymore. It was Zara Corven-Damon Thorne’s girlfriend just like the other day. And apparently… That meant something at Blackthorn. A lot. The stares started before I even made it down the hallway.

Is that what Azura hoped to find in all of Dorothy's books? It's becoming evident that Mallory, Azura's friend, shares an interest with Azura herself. But who else would be seeking something as common as Coltsfoot? Every gardener I know, including myself, frequently pulls up those pesky yellow flowers. "Your total is $92.75," I inform them with a smile as I finish ringing up the plants. Laurel takes a black card from her wallet and hands it to me to swipe. "Credit," she informs me.

“Liv…” Dorothy’s vision turned black after being struck. When she turned to look at Olivia, she felt like Olivia was like a devil from hell, looking sinister and ruthless. She trembled and begged for mercy. “Leave me alone. Don’t kill me, please. “It was all my fault. For the sake of our sisterhood all those years ago, can you please spare my life?” Blood dripped down Dorothy’s face. She grabbed Olivia, trying to get her sympathy. “Liv, I’ve been a little extreme these past few years, but we…”

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.

Nocté reached out to the dying newt and closed his eyes. “Come back, my lady! Nothing can help him.” Agnes's voice brought the girl back to the grotto. Nocté’s body, seized by a sharp weakness, became numb. The left arm stopped obeying. She turned to Agnes and began to wade through the water, slowing her pace until she stopped: the cold cooled her conflagrant mind, the maid's scream got in her ears, and the girl lost consciousness. *** The Black Cliff. Sixteen years ago

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

It was something that could hunt you in your sleep or even awake. Mandy, Lulu, and Amara looked away while covering thier ears throughout the process. Amanda on the hand was staring blankly on the screen. After all her nails were plucked out, Dorothy’s blood showered like rain on the floor. Missing fingernails and rain-like blood but something was missing. Bloody pliers... I flinched when the demon unexpectedly gave Dorothy a huge blow on the head. Her body dropped on the ground. With her open eyes, her blood flowed on the floor like spilled water. She was staring at us mumbling a word.

The plunging neckline exposed a little cleavage, and my back was on display. My hair was in loose, bouncy curls, and my black heels looked made for this outfit. I twirled, and Ruby squealed. “Girl, you were definitely created on the day God rested, because sweet baby Jesus!” she exclaimed dramatically. “Ruby, you’re crazy,” I said, and she laughed. She wore a black club dress with matching gold heels. At the party, Ruby immediately became the life of it, twerking in the middle of the room. I needed a drink.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

" Why are you not playing yet? You said to me, we will play today and then tomorrow you will go back. Then whom would I play with?" She said to her brother while walking on the pathway and playing by jumping up and down . She wore a beautiful black frock of velvet with red flowers on it which make her more beautiful. She always preferred short frocks in her dress. Her hair was pure black like the dark night and she moved her hair here and there by shaking her head. After two or three minutes, David was not answering and appeared like he was busy in his thoughts. "Why are you not answering me??" She said sadly and a little angrily.