Klaus Black Clover Novels & Stories

Clovia walked towards the dining area but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Leo, wearing his black star mask and all-black leather outfit. "Black star?" she whispered with surprise. She was seventeen when she last saw him. She always had a crush on him growing up. His aloof attitude and the way he throws a punch in the boxing ring used to make her swoon. She used to follow him everywhere. No matter how much she tried, he always used to ignore her. When she was told that he was no more, her heart was broken. Now, she is more than happy to see him again. Leo gave Clovia a passing glance and bypassed her to the dining area. She is arrogant and spoiled. He hates women like her. And he also

I waited a few seconds but it never landed. Suddenly.... "Boop!" He booped my nose tip. What is the name of the heavens? "Finally, someone with matching energy, Clara." Clover said to me with a mocking tone. "I'm not that bad." I said to her, "Certainly not that bad. You're worse." She responded. I would not mind anything that comes from the mouth of that wolf, she's hella annoying, trust me. "Expecting a kiss, eh? Well, you're not getting one after..." He started to say.

She hastened to her chambers to read what he had written. Alexa swung her klako fluidly. Her silhouette advanced as she attacked her instructor. The sound of their klakoes connecting in attack and defense carried on the darkening air as the sun set behind them. Alexa seemed to be a natural. She had adapted to her new life very quickly and had taken easily to the training the Black Cloaks gave them.

Today I had time to myself,not even Jeremy would bother talking down at me. Standing infront of my mirror I was pleased with the person looking back at me.No,not the broken or quiet Marie,but Isabella Rosa Morrone.I admired the outfit,a black mid thigh coat-dress with pleats on the left side and long sleeved.I am glad to be back.All I had to do was bring back my ambitious side and fix the crown.Picking my leather Estelle Couture brand bag,I walk out to the garage.I used to go with a small car coz of my disguise but today it was different.I smiled at myself as I looked at my Mercedes-AMG G63.

How I wished for my parents to be part of this day and to see their happiness. “Ready?” Startled, I gasped loudly for air as I saw Klaus standing in front of me with a smile on his face. He had one hand in his pocket and held a red rose in his other. He wore this especially tailored black tux that failed to hide his muscular body and only showed how sexy he could be. He had his hair back and his beard trimmed. He stepped towards me but I just stood up and turned my back to him to hide my tears saying: “Yes”

~Rylee~ Klaus stood beside a Speed Triple, holding a ring spanner with his hands and shirt dredged with oil. My best friend Rain stood four feet from him, her Glock 43 aimed straight at Klaus’ head. Rain was in a perfect femme fetal outfit. Black leather jacket over a black minidress, knee-high boots with her blond hair swaying as the wind blows from the Delaware River. Five steps away from her left was the gentle giant Ghost. He was in his usual shirt and jeans; his Glock 19 pointed at Rain’s temple.

"Oh...Who?” Words escape me as I drink in the sight of the man in front of me. Another Noble, who emerges from the shadows as if he truly belongs to them. His dark cloak is clearly magnificent, dotted with the same rain that gleams in his black hair. I hadn’t even realised it was raining outside. “Kastriv,” he murmurs, accent thicker than all the Noble’s I’ve met thus far.

I swiped my hands to the side allowing blackness to flow with the air. The blackness swirled around like it was flowing to a beat. "Hel." The Goddess of nature choked out as the blackness forced its way into her mouth. "Mazaya this is not you." Klaus said from behind me. It was like he was a broken record. "When will you realize that this is the end." I declared as I forced Black strings out of my hands. The fog like strings swirled around slowly making its way to destroy any life that was in this realm.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

While waiting for Luhan, i decided to look at what was inside the bag that was with my horse. I poured the meat on the ground and the only thing i saw there was a cloak. This cloak is unique because it is not black in color. The cloak of vampires is only black or red. I picked it up and kicked it. When i opened it was there is a fallen paper. I picked you up immediately before the wind blew away. I read what was written there that i was sure was Luke's handwriting.