Langris Black Clover Novels & Stories

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

I said without heat. "Can't. Too tired." His lips twitched. "You'll have to come over here and make me." Noir appeared in the doorway, having changed into black sleep pants and absolutely nothing else. Jesus Christ. All that scarred muscle and ink on full display, the tattoos winding across his chest and down his arms in patterns I wanted to trace with my fingers. His long hair hung loose around his shoulders, damp at the ends like he'd splashed water on it. He moved to the right side of the bed without a word, pulling back the charcoal comforter to reveal sheets underneath that were so dark they were almost black. The kind of high thread count that probably had a ridiculous number attached

Our manager is one tough cookie to crack,a minute late he will lecture you to for being tardy wishing you'd crawl back and never be seen. I sigh as I take out my contacts for my disguise looks.After all have been through and deciding to cloak myself as Marie,I also had to change my looks choosing a blonde wig and blue eye contacts hiding my grey eyes.I also had to tan myself a bit to hide my pale skin.I closed my eyes letting myself fall into slumber with only one thought in mind,time to reign.

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.

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

"We were sorting out potions, and you said you needed a break. So how did you end up at Green Lake?" Lila, flustered, replied, "I...I was on my way when I got Elaya's message. I couldn't get back to you, so I headed straight there." Then, the High King of Heaven’s voice sounded from behind. "Such a quick-witted response." The crowd parted like the sea. The High King of Heaven closed in, giving Lila a thorough once-over. "The Mirror of Fate will sort out the truth from the lies."

I said gently, “tell Zevarion to meet me in the garden. He’s one of the prisoners who arrived yesterday. Look for him.” “Yes, ma’am.” She bowed with swift grace and disappeared. The garden awaited me like a secret sanctuary. A bench sat beneath a willow-like tree, its branches trailing down like whispered prayers. I settled onto the bench, placing the covered plate beside me, and let my gaze wander. The flowers here were unlike anything from our old pack’s lands. Dark, velvety petals, mostly black, some streaked with silver or crimson, seemed to pulse faintly with magic.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

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.