Langris Black Clover Novels & Stories

###### On Ravyn and Putter's side "Take this. Tear it up and press it on the wound. When your cut starts to merge, you’ll start to feel itchy. Follow me after the ticklish sensation fades. " Ravyn gave a rare dark blue herb called ‘Cludweld Aloe’ to Putter before heading alone towards the target. "It’s okay, officer Putter. The remaining three of us will say that on your behalf with all our hearts!" Kanji exaggerates his seriousness in roleplaying as he tries to catch his breath to keep up with Yu’s running speed. "No, count me out." Ravyn answered as she ran up the building. "Come on, how can we leave Idorund the only one to say that cool line?"

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”.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

Ready. Lyanna Black. The name I had been carrying for fourteen months, the identity built for exactly this kind of situation, a woman with enough history to be plausible and not enough to be checkable quickly. Hitchhiker. Wrong direction. Heard something in the trees. Ran. The story had no holes because it had been designed to have no holes, and the only way it failed was if I failed to hold it correctly. Still water, I thought. You know this. You've been doing this since before they gave it a name.

The girls help me clean up the kitchen, and I go upstairs to change into a traditional black dress. “I came back at the right time.” I turn, having just pulled my shirt over my head, and smile when I see Lucas. His hair is windblown from running fast through the forest, and he has mud on his pants. Or maybe not. “Is that blood?” Lucas looks down at his clothes. “Yes, but it’s not mine.” “Who’s is it?” “I believe you call them lower-level demons,” he says, coming into the room. He grabs me around the waist and pulls me close. He smells like the forest, and I find the scent to be rather intoxicating.

“ Sounds like they blasted their way in. “ Marco says. Everyone looked around expecting to see people running in at any second. No one came. They followed the hallway for what seemed like the length of several football fields. At last they caught up to Horis. He had finally noticed that the group was not keeping up with him and waited silently for them at another door. Horis pulled the door open. The girls were both jumpy as they were still running on adrenaline. As it opened inward Amaris could see that there were heavy ivy vines growing over the doorway. Horis unlatched a lock of some sort in the vines and opened a wrought iron door. It took a little force on his part as some of the vi

I approached Elocin to tell her that. “Elocin,” I called her, “There are like suspicious men outside. They are all wearing black and their eyes aren’t focused on anything. They eyes are roaming around like they’re looking for something.” I said, a bit nervous for her, as I will be leaving her.

Elena in the center, flanked by honor guards who had to look down to avoid being pierced by their eyes. The assembly hall of the Black Claw pack was reborn as a garden, or maybe a forest, depending on who you asked. The triplets had insisted on wildflowers and brush as decorations, and the effect was less a curated bouquet than a whole swaying ecosystem: chamomile, foxglove, magenta and bluebells climbing the stakes that circled the altar; strands of briar woven in with bright red sumac. Every table was scattered with rosehips, black berries, poppyseed muffins left in piles as if a wolf had found a baker’s cart and torn it open. The scent was sharp and sweet, underlying the musk of assembled

The girl stood alone and looked at Lux from a distance. "Oh, you bastard, the old man! He did it again!” Rosa who berated her boss. It was obvious that she was very upset with her boss. After that, Lux who was wearing an all-black outfit with short shorts, a short-sleeved shirt, along with black gloves. Not to forget, she wore frye boots and also changed her hairstyle into a ponytail. The blonde-haired girl entered a closed place and gathered with several people wearing all black. She lined up like the others and standing near a man with light brown hair. TO BE CONTINUED…