Fana Black Clover Novels & Stories

"He names quickly and revises. He says *flor* and then he looks at the flor and then he says *flor* again when he understands it better. The naming is his way of starting to look. He is not skipping the looking — he is doing it out loud." Clara is quiet for a moment. Then: "He's narrating his attention." "Yes," Valentina says. "That is exactly right." "And Noa is recording hers." "Yes." "Both valid," Clara says, with the tone of someone confirming a hypothesis. "Both necessary," Valentina says. "The narrator needs the recorder. The recorder needs the narrator. Together they don't miss anything." Clara writes this in the developmental notebook — the third one, she started the second in Januar

Kayla said. "Rosa,"I said as they gave me weird looks apart from Ella. "I am no longer Marie,that was my cloaked name.I was disgusing myself as you can tell but not anymore,my name is Isabella Rosa Morrone but I go by Rosa."I said at the confused team,after the information dawned upon them,they proceeded with the presentation for another thirty minutes. "Ella,call Jeremy and also stay while at it,I would love to talk to you,"I said as the team took an exit from my office.

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

"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." Diana doubted; she frowned. “Blood Clover? What is it? Why have I never heard of it?” “Rare than a four-leaf clover?” Evelyn asked. Lagan stroked his face, unable to hide his fatigue, answering the above two questions. "It is a scarce medicinal herb, which many people don't know is also normal; in the world, there are not many plants." The room was so quiet that even a strand of hair could make a sound, and we were all the same, extremely nervous.

Sinking to the floor, she closed her eyes. The Black Cliff was plunged into the darkness of the night, illuminated by blinding flashes of lightning. The sea and the sky staged an unspoken battle: the opened whirlpool twisted a lone ship in its grip, high waves rolled noisily onto the shore, hit rocks and protruding reefs. The terrified sailors held on to the masts, but the raging elements flooded the deck, flowed down the cut-water onto a mermaid-amulet carved from wood. From the bright flashes, the face of the sea maiden turned into a grinning mask, and the tail was hidden by another wave, wanting to separate the "wooden mermaid" from the hull and pull it into its arms. Black, impenetrable

He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious. . . . . After 3 days A beautiful room which full covers with black curtains. The color on the walls is also black. The bed, bed sheets, pillows and everything in the room is black. I also wore a black dress. All around mine, in bed and room, there is a great fragrance of roses which freshens myself and my mind. I opened my eyes slowly and closed them again and went to sleep for relaxation, then I woke up after 15 minutes and those fifteen minutes like that I slept for many hours.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

Ready. Lyanna Black. The name I had been carrying for fourteen months, the identity built for exactly this kind of situation, a woman with enough history to be plausible and not enough to be checkable quickly. Hitchhiker. Wrong direction. Heard something in the trees. Ran. The story had no holes because it had been designed to have no holes, and the only way it failed was if I failed to hold it correctly. Still water, I thought. You know this. You've been doing this since before they gave it a name.

This is the last thing Fala is able to muster before she can't stand any longer, she falls to the ground and passes out. Cloven walks up to her, his breathing becomes heavy as his adrenaline kicks in. He looks over her body with pleasure of his work, but something inside him deeply regrets the actions that he took. 'What do I say when Fenrir finds out about this? Fala is one of his favorite underlings and I went and messed it all up. But I can fix it, yes, this can all be fixed if she can't tell Fenrir anything.' Cloven pulls out a dagger and grips it tightly in his hand before he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves.

he grumbled. The arm of the boom barrier lifted, allowing the van to pass through. That squeak drew instant attention. Euphoria was turned on. Exhilarated fans immediately dashed forward and leaped over the metal barricades. Road safety was no longer applicable at the moment. All they wanted was to get in the view of somebody they admired. Brandon peered to continue driving ahead. Too many things were blocking the windshield, and it was only getting worse. He couldn't see. "Wear this." He extended his hand to the back and gave Clover a black mask. "I don't want the fans to know we have a new member on our team."