Henry Black Clover Novels & Stories

Charles whined as he stepped closer to me reaching for my hand when a voice sounded behind me. "By me." The voice said and I recognized it before the person came to stand beside me. I looked up at Henry and a tiny gasp escaped my lips. Henry looked so different from school today as he had on a pair of black pants and a sleeveless black turtleneck that revealed his snake and roses tattoos on his left shoulder. There was a chain hanging around his neck and his hair fell around his eyes, blue eyes that glared at Charles. "Henry?" Charles asked, eyes darting to me and Henry who smirked.

Sebastian said. “Wah, so while we sit in the hotel restaurant, you are eating fancy food, Meanie,” Henry said. Sebastian smiled and took out his wallet and gave Henry a black card. Henry took it and smiled and looked at him. “You are the best, I’ll take everyone out,” he said and smiled. “So you aren’t taking me too?” Clover asked.

he said under his breath, popping a handful of rainbow popcorn into his mouth. “Welcome, everyone, to Blaire Academy’s tenth tour performance.” Lights focused on him. His brown shoulder-length hair shone in the light and an exulting expression was pasted on his face. He reveled in the limelight, in the attention, and in fame. “I am Prince Henry Cromwell of Eurus Kingdom. Your host for this event.” Clara plugged her ears at how loud the hoots and yells were. “They all seem to love him.”

“This project will consist of partners. I’ll be assigning the partner you’ll work with and I don't want any complaints, am I understood?” The teacher also known as Henry addressed to the class. A chorus of yes’s were heard. I took a side glance at Zachariah who was busy writing something on his notebook. He looked extra handsome today. He wore a pair of beige dress-pants and a white collared shirt which was folded up to his elbows. A silver chain hanging from his neck. Three rings rested on both of his hands and a black beaded charm bracelet.

He immediately shouted out: "Has the forensics team arrived yet?" "Sir, they're on their way." The man who answered him is a young police. The man looks around the area, involuntarily frowns, “Turn off this damn sound." As he spoke, he pointed at the playing vintage cassette player. After a while, he noticed a handsome young man who was touching and measuring something next to the victim's body, especially the mysterious black rose. The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting”.

She hugs me and Zana joins in while the guys smile at us. When we part, we realize the welcome ceremony is about to start so we join the others. Henry climbs the platform and the twenty new members go down on one knee before his tall, super-tall frame. He’s clad in black slacks and a white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled to the elbows. Hot.

Hound countered. “And what does that mean?” “He’s part of an organization that sells information for profit,” Hound explained. “They’ve been watching me for a while now. Leaving him alive isn’t an option.” Emily’s voice softened, her tone pleading. “There has to be another way.” Hound ignored her as they took a sharp turn, arriving at Blackstone, a renowned store for battle wear, weapons, and ether-infused gear. Two guards in rare, glimmering armor flanked the entrance, nodding to Hound as he passed.

After my meeting with Henry, I went home to get changed for the club. ai got changed into a black button-on shirt, black dress pants, and a black suit blazer with the buttons undone. I also had a few buttons undone on my bottom shirt to show off some of my tattoos and my sculpted muscles.

But it was there, lingering in the air between us like a storm cloud refusing to break. Before I could respond, the door opened gently, and Henry stepped inside, fully dressed—black jeans, a crisp charcoal button-down, and a lightweight jacket slung over his shoulder. A small carry-on suitcase rested by his side. He looked calm. Too calm. My heart stuttered. “Henry… are you going somewhere?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked over to the nightstand and placed his watch into his pocket. Then, finally, he looked at me.