Grey Deer Black Clover Novels & Stories

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.

Darryl chuckled and said lightly, "You have seen what happened. It was he who wanted to kill me. He accidentally knocked over the shelf, and several medicines splashed onto his face. But you said I poisoned him?" Darryl tried his best to suppress his anger. He had not seen such shameless people in his life. Olive came to her senses and said, "Among the broken potions, one is the Black Clover, and the other is the Tillen Pollen. The two are highly toxic. If they are mixed, the poison will be more lethal. That's why Diego is like that. You have accused Dart wrongly—it has nothing to do with him." Olive had been to the thatched hut most of the time since she was a child. She was very clear abou

We were approaching winter; none would be around this mountain area. Once the Fernleaf Yellowcress is dried and ground into a fine powder, it can be spread around the primary source of the smell. She would be safe within ten wingspans. Many deer and bears rub the live plant into their furs to hide if they are lucky to know someone is hunting them. Dragons and a well-trained werewolf would be able to pick up Odessa's scent, but the vampires would not. Their smelling abilities were not as strong.

The one who would defeat all the others would be crowned the same day as their leader. "This is the gray clan." Camila whispered to Ash, who was walking beside her. "They are the strongest rogues in this forest, and they own all the water sources. For other rogues to come for a swim or to quench their thirst, they have to seek the gray leader's permission first." She explained. "And who is the leader?" He asked curiously. "The one with bluish furs. They make their leaders chew some herb that originated on the mountain. Although the herb is poisonous, it doesn't kill them; it only changes their fur colors." She said while pointing towards a huge wolf compared to the other's sleeping far away

I heard Grey yell. “Where is it?” Scott asked. “Right there.” Grey pointed to what looks like a black rose. “I don't think I have ever seen a black rose.” Kaden said. “Yeah, but it seems easy to find. It's just sitting here in this forest.” Grey said. “That's easy for you to say. You found it.” I told him. “The plant alone can't kill an immortal.” Scott said. “What do you mean?” Myself, Grey and Kaden asked at the same time.

“Finally, something I can work with.” Claud went into his mother’s closet and took her darkest cloak. The cloak was made of thick, heavy fabric that absorbed light, rendering him nearly invisible in the night. It draped over his broad shoulders, falling to his ankles, and the hood cast a deep shadow over his face, hiding his intense, grief-stricken eyes. Beneath the cloak, he wore a fitted black tunic and trousers, both made of durable, silent materials that allowed him to move with stealth. He pulled on black leather gloves and sturdy boots that softened his steps on the forest floor. Every detail of his attire was chosen to blend seamlessly into the darkness, to become one with the night a

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.

Rolling my eyes, I got up. ''I know someone is there. Either you show yourself or leave. I suggest you chose the latter!'' I barked angrily. I could smell a wet dog probably its just the wet stuffy scent of the rain mixed with wood. I need not ask anymore. A big, black wolf with golden eyes emerged from behind the bushes. I gasped at how big it was, dark as the night. It was darker than black.

If she knew, she would’ve knocked some senses into his head right away. After some hours, the downpour still fell down heavily and the night finally came. Sierra chose to rest her back on the corner of the cave while Gray opened a scroll containing the required herbs. He only needed the last herb to collect, however it was really rare in this forest. The herb was called ‘Water Bark.’

The cold rays of the moon peeked through the spine leaves of BlackIris forest. BlackIris, an impenetrable forest known for its darkness along with the buried secrets imbibed in it. A quiet and soothing river named Fairy Tears that stream in the heart of the forest functions as a wood barrier between two natural elevations Ardna Chirig and Ayruzglow.