Gildarts Clive Novels & Stories

Not a simulation grid. A real one. Nyx stopped walking. The map showed an entire region. Cities, rivers, mountains, and trade routes traced in pale blue light. Dozens of small red markers blinked across it. Alaric’s voice dropped. “This isn’t a classroom model.” “No,” Nyx said slowly. “It’s not.” Footsteps echoed behind them. They turned. Three figures emerged from the shadowed perimeter of the chamber. Professor Halvern. Head Instructor Draeven. And a third man Nyx had only seen once before.

Ashton asks. “Yeah,” Galvin replied. “I guess you didn’t know. Clive is dead. He died 2 weeks ago after retiring in Canada. He… He got in a car crash…” Hearing that news made him feel that the floor dropped under him. “If only I caught Xander’s deception immediately I could have gotten a hold of Clive before he died.” He said to himself as he blamed himself for not being smart enough. His last possible lead just turned out to be another dead end.

Clewin explained sadly. "Avoid you? Why is that?" I just kept listening to the conversation of the two in front of me. Although I have an idea why Clewin is being avoided by our companions. The power of Gluttony is indeed powerful. However, every time Clewin devoured the monster he killed through Gluttony, the smell of blood would spontaneously emerge from his body. Because of that, he has no choice but to use a lot of perfumes. The overpowering smell of the perfume he uses gives a headache to anyone standing next to him.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

The young woman drank a lot, causing the maid dissatisfaction. Gulls cries made Nocté shudder. White-winged birds flew past the window, rushing to the cliff with the mill, where they built their nests. On foggy days, cliff wasn’t visible at all. Closer to the cliff, the sand was taken over by wide stone slabs, lined with black veins of sinkholes, where small crabs and clams caught on seaweed huddled. At high tide, the stones were hidden under the water, and at low tide it was possible to find partially opened shells with pearls.

“It seems you still haven't read the lines I just struck for you, Chloe.” Chloe looked down at the parchment, her breath catching. She had assumed the phrase about the gutter was a shot at my own low status. But as she studied the symmetry, she realized the truth. The 'gutter' wasn't me. It was Noah—the male she was fighting so hard to chain to her side, a male who had lied to both of us just to keep his safety.

She covered her face and said, "Clive, you're too…" Clive realized he was too impatient. He quickly took out something from his storage pouch and said, "Oh, I just remembered I have something that suits you very well, which was why I got closer. I want you to have a look at it. I'll give it to you if you like it." Rania put her hand down to look at it. It was a middle world-grade ribbon-type weapon called Aqua Lady Red Silk.

Tell me dear sis,’ Claire said mockingly. ‘She is actually here to see me and if you are insinuating that I sleep with people's wives before given their husbands contracts, I think I might need to call my lawyers Miss Martins,’ Midas said from behind me. One million butterflies found their way into my stomach at the sound of his voice. ‘Mr St Clair?’ Claire's voice was shaky as she said the words. ‘Yes. It's me. I think I demand an apology for your rude remark,' Midas said with his face contorted in anger.

Amara said, inviting them. “Don't worry, we will surely try to go there.” The woman said. “Gavin never fails in any of his businesses,” the other lady mentioned. “He's Gavin Clyborne, what do we expect?” Amethyst muttered and shrugged proudly. “That’s right, he's a Clyborne.” They all laughed with that. “Besides, who would have thought that he will actually end up eating his own words?” The ladies chuckled.

As she approached, she discovered a small clearing filled with wildflowers, and in the center, something shiny lay half-buried in the soft earth. Claire knelt down, brushing away the dirt and leaves, her heart racing with anticipation. As she uncovered the object, her breath caught in her throat—it was Dario's ring! The intricate design glimmered in the sunlight, the stones reflecting a spectrum of colors that danced before her eyes. How had it ended up here?