Julius Black Clover Novels & Stories

The Silence stretched for a minute between them then Clover added with calculated charm, "I would go for Joshua Hudson. He is not only good-looking, but rich too, way more than you can ever be." "You," Kayden snapped, gritting his teeth. The words spoken by Clover seemed to light his blood. "You haven't seen what the worst looks like, so be wise with your words. You don't want me to come after you." "Well," Clover drew close, keeping her innocent eyes clear, completely in contrast to the previous gaze, "This is not what I want, but watching you coming after me is something I have already seen. Don't worry, you cannot let me off your head from now on." Her smile reached to her eyes this time.

"What are you to The Black Rose? To my brother?" He seemed caught off guard by my answer, yet at the same time, he looked pleased, his charismatic eyes holding a more curious glint as he leaned in closer, his scent drifting into my nostrils. Tobacco, lavender. The strangest yet, weirdly, enthralling combination. "You're nothing like he said you were," he laughed. "Elijah said you were soft, quiet." My breath caught in my throat. "He told you about me?"

The Black Cliff. Sixteen years earlier. That spring day Johannes was lying on a hill catching few rays that were shining through gloomy clouds. He was nibbling on a grass blade, lazily looking at a flock of sheep: yellowish and light gray wool balls were plucking juicy clover that covered the whole hill. From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass.

July is the summer of the forty-fifth year, and Valentina is in it the way she has been in every July of the second life: fully, without the distracted quality that marked the first life's summers, which blurred into each other because she had never quite been present in any of them. Clara is ten, going to eleven, which she considers a more precise description than 'almost eleven' — she has a mathematician's relationship with her own age that Ethan attributes to the geology phase and Valentina attributes to character. She spends July between the Gràcia apartment, the Sant Andreu kitchen with Rosa, the Priorat with Montse, and a coastal path she has appointed her own geological survey area, w

Michael declares. Christopher looks at Rosalie. “We, your loyal cousins, will defend your honor my lady.” Rosalie rolls her eyes in annoyance but is just as amused as she is embarrassed. Julius and the twins begin walking towards each other like the room is a battle ground. “Wow, wow,” Ben interjects. “Listen guys, Julius was a cage fighter for a while to make money when he left the family business. There’s no need for blood shed.” Ben says freaking out.

"I’m sorry, Lucifer hates daffodils because of a silly joke, so you would never find them there, but... let’s say I’m a very good uncle and have a garden with many, many daffodils. So I thought I’d give you some, if you plant the dots inside them in a jar and sing to him every day, it’ll bloom in 3 days, you can give her a narcissus that you grew yourself. From: the most handsome prince and the coolest uncle in the whole underworld" ⋅• ♱ •⋅

It incinerated the dark, twisted sorcery that held his mutated body together. ‎ ‎Julius thrashed, held in place by my grip. His skin began to crack. Beams of pure violet light shot out from his chest, his eyes, his mouth. ‎ ‎"No!" he wailed, his voice breaking into human terror. "I am Julius Blackwood! I am the Alpha of Alphas!" ‎ ‎"You are dust," I finished. ‎ ‎I closed my hand into a fist. ‎ ‎The light contracted. ‎ ‎BOOM.

Julius lies down next to Romeo and he closes his eyes. He was so tired that within a few minutes, Romeo's breathing became stable and rhythmic, proving that he was sleeping. Julius gets up as slowly as he can, so as not to wake up Romeo, and leaves the room, looking for Baltazar. He finds him in the courtyard, ready to go out, accompanied by some of his men. Julius's eyes fixed on the bike that one of the men was driving. It was just like the one he had thrown into the river.

I whispered, feeling dubious of his suggestion. "There's an herb native to this area only, Juliana. It's strong enough to put them all into comas if they ingest it." Chasel crouched to the floor and began to draw in the dirt with his finger. I joined him, squatting down. "It's shaped like this, and it has a tinge of emerald or chartreuse green on the very edges. Like Sambucus, the majority is so dark green that it almost appears black. The plant is also known as 'Black Beauty'."

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.