Licita Black Clover Novels & Stories

"I’m a botanist! I smell like dirt and tea leaves!" "You smell like Luna Silva," Francis corrected, closing the distance between them in two long strides. He stopped just inches from the counter, towering over Noah. The golden glow in his eyes was slowly receding, leaving behind a dark, tempestuous amber. "It’s on your hands. It’s in your clothes. It’s soaked into the floorboards of this place." Noah’s defensive posture faltered for a fraction of a second. "Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless."

It was the smallest of the thousands of species here, I have never seen it before maybe one of the gardeners planted it, it had dark purple blooms, that are formed into small claws, “Where did you come from?” I whispered, stooping down, trying to snatch one of the blossoms, “ I wouldn't do that if I were you,” a familiar voice growled behind me, Standing up straight, I wiped my hands in my gown, still staring at the flower, “It's Estonia... blooms every ten thousand years, and as beautiful as she seems, her claw-like blossoms are poisonous, one small cut from it can send your body into shock, killing you slowing.”

He would want to move very quickly but be protected from a powerful Lycan bitch who would likely be fierce and dangerous. His wife tied his armor on and looked him in his face. “You come home to me alive. I love you. I will wait for your commands.” She kissed his lips and hugged him. Bloodchild went off to join his militia. Together they bound forward towards the back of the Lycan territory. Reaching the edges of the forest they crept like the dead. The Luna was telling Raven about the herbs in the garden, “Right now it’s mating season so we have grown and harvested a lot of Motherwart. Agaricus for calming the beast. Nightshade grows here. Old crane grass here…”

I snap and step inside. "Jesus fucking Christ." Nancy steals the words out of my mouth. Before us, on a dirty bed is sitting a... human thing. What is left from what is supposed to be Agatha Montgomery is a skin skeleton. She is combing what's left of her hairs with fingers, tearing the damaged hairs. Two eyes narrow as she faces us when I turn on the light. The completely white room looks messy and dirty, there's one small window with metal bars on it and under it lies a worn-out small drawer with some scratches on it.

I couldn't do shit, and it was driving me fucking insane. “The story of the True Luna is really a legend among the witches.” I heard the fucker’s voice. “I wasn’t even aware of it until a witch told me about it. The most fascinating thing about her is that she is stronger than any other wolf. She can’t be hurt or killed using wolfsbane or silver. She is indestructible and very valuable. She is the only creation on this earth that can share her abilities with others.” I heard gasps all around us. Our pack members didn’t know how special she was. We didn’t even know how special she was. We knew bits and pieces, but not this. If what this fucker was saying was true, then she was really extraord

He asked as his gaze lingered for a moment on Lillian’s flushed, beautiful face. I stepped forward and answered flatly. “This is Clara, our head botanist and a respected elder of the pack. And her daughter, Lillian, our head healer, whom you….remarked upon earlier.” “Ah, the healer,” Kael said, with a slow smile on his lips. “Yes.” His attention then shifted to the shelves of plants. He moved toward them with a genuine interest as he examined the specimens. He pointed to a plant with a silvery, wool like leaves. “This is the one. Moon - blossom. It is said to only blossom where the moon’s magic is strongest.”

It was from Miss Nilly. Getting a text from the group chat on a Saturday definitely meant bad news. “This is a special assignment for class A. If done successfully, 10 points would be added to your record.” I knew nothing good was coming out of that message. “There's a secluded garden called “The Garden Of Whispers. Your job is to collect rare herbs and take out weeds competing with the plants. Here is the list of herbs needed.” *Bloodroot Lily *Stormpetal *Asterleaf *FrostMoss

“For now we watch and gather what we can. Rage alone will not free them.” She rose and called for Sendro and Laclam next. When the two men arrived, she had the sealed crate from the Whitefang delivery brought in and set on the table. “This is the new product the witches are circulating,” she said. “They’re calling it Wolfesia. The Blacklores are already using it. I need everything you can learn, ingredients, effects, how it works. Leave nothing unexamined.” Sendro and Laclam exchanged a single glance. Both nodded.

Then something Lila called moon root. "Interesting picks." Lila watched me. "Why those three?" "Wolfsbane because Dad's a wolf and it'll know him. Silver leaf because it's good against shadow stuff. Moon root because," I stopped. Wasn't sure why I picked it. "I just felt like it was right." "Moon root makes other plants stronger. Good choice." Lila nodded. "Diana, your turn. Your mom's bag." Diana picked lavender, something called royal sage, and a red flower.

Anaztasia declared as she calmly drank a glass of punch. “If a lily can negate a black rose, then we can use the lily as a shield then. Am I right, Romaine?” Hemera asked, her firm gaze looking straight at Romaine. “You are right. But—“ “But what?” “That is the last lily here in Shamrock. We were lucky that Thalia had kept a single one of that flower…” Romaine responded sorrowfully. “That flower that we just drank is not just an ordinary lily of the valley. It is one of the Mighty Five.”