Leo Black Clover Novels & Stories

A beast with a hundred teeth loomed over him, its jaws dripping with acidic slime. "Leo!" Luna screamed from behind the broken barrier, her energy completely spent. The beast lunged. But the strike never landed. A sudden, blinding flash of silver light erupted between Leo and the monster. The creature didn't just disintegrate; it froze into solid ice and shattered into a million sparkling diamonds. Leo blinked, wiping blood from his eyes. Through the mist, he saw a tall, slender figure wrapped in a gray cloak. He couldn't see her face, but the air around her smelled faintly of jasmine and the deep cosmos.

not enough. . . . . . . I constantly sneak into that room and play the one piece I was good at. And by that room, I meant the piano room. Don't know why. But I'm somewhat attracted to it. Now, I'm back in the library trying to find some information. "Levi Malcolm. Found it." I took the thick dusty book and slammed it on the table. And I flipped to chapter 1. Levi Malcolm Birth: 12 March 1988, England

Leo called out happily, his sweet voice echoing through the silent hall. Elara instantly knelt down, her liquid-obsidian gown cascading gracefully around her as she opened her arms to catch him. She pulled Leo into a warm, fierce, and loving embrace, kissing his cheek gently, while Tyler crouched beside them, placing his large, warm hand protectively over Leo’s back and ruffling the boy's hair with a soft, affectionate smile.

The Obsidian Tree looked like a jagged diamond, its ancient bark hidden beneath a layer of crystalline armor that shimmered with an unnatural, cold light. ​"It is time, Cassian." ​I turned to see Leo standing by the salt altar. He looked like a ghost of himself, his eyes sunken and his skin pale beneath the layer of white dust. He was holding a small, silver tuning fork, the tool he would use to synchronize the tree’s frequency with the incoming beam. He was trembling, but his grip on the fork was steady. ​"Where is she?" I asked, my voice sounding like grinding stones.

“Oh gosh, I am sorry baby.” “No, don’t be sorry. You have to make up for that,” she laughed, taking him in her mouth and start kissing it. And guess what, not too much effort and mister Beast is ready for the rose again. And this time he takes his time. Doing that knuckle thing doctor Klitz demonstrated to him, sending Leah to cloud nine until he slowly inserted mister Beast in there again to send her not to cloud nine but to the planet furthest away of the sun!

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

It was beautiful! “Do you have a box befitting this bejewelled dildo ready?” she asked her secretary. Without another word, Cleo produced a luxurious ornament box with a velvet coloured foam cut to the shape of this special toy. The box had carved gold on the expensive lacquered wood, giving it an ancient vibe. It was enchanted with a seal to hide the Crystal Lotus energy from others. Apart from London and Wanda, nobody else could open it once it was closed.

Something unspoken. He cleared his throat and began the ancient rite, his voice low and steady: “I, Alpha Knox Black, Lycan Prince of Wales of the Lycan Kingdom, welcome you, Lydia Michael, into the Blue Moon Pack. You are forever bound—with pain, with blood, and with life—to this pack until you are ready to sever the ties.” Each word pulsed through her like electricity. When they separated, he wiped their hands with a soft cloth. Her throat tightened. Her skin burned. Was this real?

HE/TG I clicked on it and it changed. ITS ME Huh? JD-hyung? I mean Black Dragon now on a white Lamborghini?! Is he that rich?! And where did he get that?! I desperately thought. “So my guess was right, that’s Black Dragon.” Yosef-hyung suddenly said. “He likes to show off his cars.” I heard him continued. I shook my head. Omo… Is this a rivalry between my hyungs?! What will happen to our mission?! I worriedly thought.

"Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess." I groaned. "I swear it upon the Moon Goddess that I won't leave this spot. Satisfied now?" He stared at me for long moments, his beautiful blue eyes locked into mine, and then he nodded with satisfaction. "Alright. Wait here." I waited until he was safely in the forest, then turned the opposite way he'd gone. I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden.