Henry Black Clover Novels & Stories

She turned back to the castle, looked around the cliff — she had no one to wait for help from. The cliff was skirted by a path washed by waves and led to a stone bowl with a hot spring. The Black Cliff was located next to the underwater volcano, but it was so deep under water that its warmth reached only the bowl, heating water inside it. The sea itself remained cold, resentfully hitting a rocky prominence fencing off the bowl. There was a narrow strip of land stretching along the cliff and leading to the spring. At high tide, the strip was flooded, blocking the way to the hot "bath".

Henry never enjoyed driving the car as much as today. Music filled the inside of the black BMW. Harvey and Leo are holding a concert this evening. Harvey connected his phone to the car's Bluetooth, and Leo was the DJ. Henry was surprised by his Young Master's patience as he let the kid choose whatever he wanted. He didn't complain about the childish songs or the loud ones. On the contrary, he sang with him and danced at the back of the car like he never did before.

“I don’t really. I mean, I only know of Blakemore and Blakewoods. I’d like to be in the same one as Eva, if possible, but she said it’s mostly for ranked members and such. So whatever you choose should be fine.” “It could be possible in Blakemore,” I said pensively. “Actually, I have a situation, maybe you could do something about it. Help each other.” “Sure,” he said right away. “Henry is one of my Gammas. He’s 67, he has a bum knee, and is getting old. He wants to retire. His only son, as never shown any interest in taking his place. He found his mate last month, some guy from another pack. And his mate is not ready to relocate. So, not unlike you, he’s considering moving for his mate. Whi

God knew how much self-control he had needed just now not to leave a mark on that pale stretch of waist—something that should belong to him alone. At that moment, the air inside the shop seemed to warp. A massive black shadow loomed behind him, baring its fangs. “Claire Rivers…” Henry rubbed a used tissue between his fingers, stained with a trace of my blood. His pupils slowly narrowed into the needle-like slits of a beast. Lowering his head, he pressed a reverent kiss to that dark red stain. “Please… stop tempting me. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

“What? A man is not allowed to look good" Henry shook his head and walked into the club, as usual, they were met with the loud blaring noise from the music speakers, the place was packed like every Friday night. They manoeuvred their way through the sea of dancing bodies. Henry turned to Adrian. “How do we find her amongst this many people? The lighting is dim, I can barely see a thing...” he said aloud. “We party" Henry exhaled. “How many times have I told you how...”

Without hesitation, she got off the swing and offered, “If you're tired, I don't mind pushing you on the swing.” Henry blinked at her and quickly shook his head. “No,” he murmured. “I'm not tired.” Claire tilted her head, unconvinced. “Then what is it?” Henry hesitated. His gaze shifted slightly, and Claire followed his line of sight to see the two men standing a few meters away. They were dressed in black, their eyes scanning the playground with vigilance. Henry’s special guards. He sighed and kicked at the dirt with his shoe. “I just… I don’t like being followed all the time,” he admitted. “It’s annoying.”

“I didn't know you guys were busy, should I… “ “Yeah, leave. I will be out in a few minutes.” Draven cut him off and Xalia chuckled. Henry smiled at her before walking out of the room. Xalia and Draven were both silent for a while and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of Draven’s peaceful breathing. “Draven. Come on, Henry is waiting for you.” “Yeah.” He replied and slowly pulled away from her. She stood up from his lap and he also did, he walked to his closet and walked back out a minute later dressed in black jeans with a black jacket. He ran his hands through his hair and picked up his keys and phones.