Klaus Black Clover Novels & Stories

"I mean, yes. Eventually. It seems like basic courtesy to acknowledge the person who made it possible for me to start over here." Klaus was quiet for a long moment, something complicated passing across his features. "You're looking at him," he said finally. The words didn't make sense at first. I actually looked around, expecting to see someone else who'd joined us in the hallway. "I'm sorry?" "I'm Klaus Blackwood. Alpha King of BloodMoon City." He met my eyes directly. "And you're very welcome for the entry clearance, Dr. Morrison. Though truthfully, Rivera made a compelling case for why you deserved sanctuary here."

I commented looking into his eyes. “I can't wait to make you my Luna Aria Knight,” he whispered, planting a kiss on my cheek.. “No more secrets. Aria Knight, in three weeks, the world will know who you are to me.” I held the pendant, heart-filled and blindly confident. “Promise?” "On the moon and the stars," Claus said before adding, "You are my beginning and end, Aria Knight. I will never let you go.” ********** *Chapter 1* Savannah edge, Waterberg

Taking deep breaths with each step I took. I knocked twice on the door and waited to be invited in. “Come in” alpha Klaus’s voice answered instead of Joseph’s. Shit, where the hell was Joseph then? I closed my eyes briefly, and walked inside closing the door behind me. Alpha Klaus was standing casually by the window looking outside with his arms crossed. He was also wearing workout clothes, black slim pants and sleeveless hooded black tank top. The tank top showed off his muscles and fitness. His shoulder-length ash blond hair was messy as usual.

could escape his lips, the presbyters of the Dark Guild came from over their shoulders. "Hold it right there," barked Karl, Sixth Presbyter of the Dark Guild. Chu Xun stopped as expected and wheeled around to face them. Claude was still wearing a polite smile which hardly subsided even as he turned to see the members of the Dark Guild. "Master Karl, how can I help you?" asked Claude courteously. The tall, black frame of Karl's hulking frame only served to accentuate the unusually large whites of his eyes that he looked nowhere near normal.

Alex was dressed in a jet black cloak , the material was not clearly visible, the lap of his long cloak touching the ground, occasionally making a rustle following his steady footsteps. These days, when people come across someone wearing a cloak like that, they are bound to think it's something strange and unusual. After all, such outfits are only for something like a Cosplay festival, Carnival, or something the same as that. Some people even think it's crazy. But Uri felt that Alex suited this cloak very well, he didn't find it strange at all.

The Alpha King snorted, "Give up. You are no match for me, I am ten times stronger and faster and I also happen to be a healing Nightengale Warrior." Clovis snarled at him while he flashed him his fangs, and he spread his arms to his sides with claws emerging from his nail cuticles. "You haven't seen anything yet," Clovis grunted. The Alpha King inhaled sharply as he observed the veins on Clovis' arms turn black. He moved his attention to Clovis's claws, which were also black. Then the Alpha King swiftly tore his dark blue shirt off his back, twisted it, and wrapped it diagonally over his chest to shield his twin hearts from Clovis's venom-induced claws.

Clover was quite confused seeing some man who seemed gentle sitting in his space. His eyes brows as he walked forward. He stopped right behind Dylan and clenched his fist on the top rail. Chloe's eyes were up, and she was looking directly at Clover, who was still standing behind Dylan, doing absolutely nothing. When Clover noticed Chloe wasn't saying a word, he walked towards her and shifted his gaze to Dylan's powerful looking face. "Hold on a second" Clover muttered slowly raising his index finger to Dylan. "Isn't he the man you…" His voice trailed off, and he crouched his head low towards a very nervous looking Chloe.

As I stood there, basking in the warmth and freedom, a familiar voice interrupted my reverie. "Delilah," the voice said, low and smooth. I turned to my left, and my eyes landed on a figure I knew all too well. Claus was standing behind a sleek black car, wearing a casual black leather jacket and eye sunglasses. He looked every inch the wealthy and powerful man he was. I felt a flutter in my chest as he walked towards me, a small smile playing on his lips. He held out a small, white object, and I took it automatically.

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”.

Gray came inside Soheila's private room with a man behind him. "Hi!" The man behind Gray greeted them happily. The man was extremely familiar for Soheila and the Six birds. The tall man had a big, bright smile on his face as always. It makes him handsome. He was wearing a black suit, and black shoes, and he's holding a long solid black stick. He was none other than Klark Oz. "Klark Oz..." Soheila unintentionally called him, She and the six birds stood up from the long sofa and faced them.