Klaus Black Clover Novels & Stories

"Can you do something right for once, Clover Hon?" While she was scrambling to get the stained coat for a quick escape, her face twitched in pain as she accidentally hit the headliner. Her cuffed hands were hindering her movement. She didn't want to be arrested for breaking into other people's vehicles, nor did she want to be caught by the men in black. She was in a blue funk. The moment she reached out to push open the door, Kyle was already standing outside, waving goodbye to his fans. Clover slid to the other side. The men were still there—where and when did they reappear?

I thought they were going to drag me to their chamber and have their way with me. They are surprising me time and again and a huge part of me loves it. I keep forgetting about King, Liam, Tom and Blair and focus on this life instead. This was meant to be mine from the beginning. “What exactly are we doing out here?” I asked, my arms crossing as I eyed them suspiciously. Klaus stepped forward, holding something behind his back. With a flourish he revealed a bouquet of delicate lavender and white flowers. How do they even know I love whote flowers? I don’t mind what type I just love white flowers.

Klaus was furious and shouted, "This is Riverdale, my area! Who do you think you are, Philip Clarke? You wait for me, I’m bringing people to find you now. I want to see if you can actually f*cking kill me!" "Really? Then, let’s wait and see." Philip laughed grimly. Klaus was not stupid either. After so many years, he naturally had the ability to make discerning judgments. Seeing an opponent this tough, he frowned. This young man… How dare he talk to him like this? "Young man, don't you know who I am? I, Klaus Harris, am the third dragon of Riverdale! Even Theo will give me some respect. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

“Sawadee Kha.” Kla was wearing a bright blue shirt with tiny white palm trees embroidered onto it and he had paired it with white dress pants. His sunglasses covered most of his face and the light afternoon wind blew his hair onto his forehead, making him look a lot younger than his age. In fact, Kla was only four years older than Kim and Kaya, making him thirty three years old. “Sawadee Khap, Khun Kanya.” Kla bowed slightly in greeting as Kaya raised her hands in greeting. “Did you come for a swim?”

Jayden snorted and in the blink of an eye disappeared from the surroundings. Claire was stunned when approached by a hooded soul reaper. He was wearing super fit black shirt and pants. His body is so well built that any man would envy the perfection of his body. His shoes were a pair of black boots. Gami walks rhythmically as if he were just ramping like a model. As before, Claire could only see Gami's lips. But for some inexplicable reason, she knew Gami was in front, the one who helped her. Maybe it was his voice that served as recognition. It blinked again and, in an instant, time ran.

The boy who blatantly rejected him without a second thought and chose that arrogant group over him. "Are you really blind, Braze? We already have everything on hand! We wouldn't be able to get this sketch if it weren't for those guys in the club who definitely have a connection in the Black Clan Empire!" Clary fumed with irritation but that only made Braze smirked.

I fired back, eyes locked with his. He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. “You’re bold.” “I’m everything you’re not used to, Klaus,” I said. “Unbroken. Unafraid. Untouchable.” Amelia gasped softly. Kai gave me a look like: Are you trying to die? Klaus stood up slowly. His chair scraped against the floor like a warning. But I didn’t flinch. He leaned over the table just a little, eyes locked on mine, and whispered darkly, “Keep poking the beast, Clara. Let’s see how long you last before you break.”

Kaelen Blackrock. He wore a sharply tailored, minimalist black leather trench coat, the Soulfire Dagger—symbol of the Black Rock Clan’s supreme authority—hanging at his waist. Standing nearly two meters tall, his mere presence exuded a terrifying oppressive aura, thinning the air for a dozen meters around him. The low-ridden mounts at the edge of the square whimpered and dropped to the ground, not daring to lift their heads. His cold, golden eyes swept over the crowd, devoid of any emotion, as if he were staring at a pile of inanimate stones.

I notice Clover running closer to the border. The border of where? I can’t tell in the dark. I do know that we shouldn’t be here, however. Sure, Bella can take care of herself and me; she’s a trained warrior. I’m no shrinking violet myself, but that’s not to say Bella and I go looking for trouble. ‘Clover!’ My wolf yells into our mind-link. She stops and turns to my wolf. Clover, a large black and tan wolf, trots over and nudges my snout with her own.

Klauss immediately hung up and followed his Boss's order with sweat made dark circles under his palms. "Does that bastard even know this?" Klauss murmured to himself, unaware of Laurel's presence in the place who had entered his office uninvited. "All my life I'm used to seeing black every day. But today is quite different. I can fucking see those men in black suits as darkness from the underground invading the surface like a poison. Bruh, somebody's gonna die today."