Licita Black Clover Novels & Stories

It was dark, but not dark enough to conceal his features from me, but I double checked just in case, and I was certain it was him from his blond curls, his angular features, his tall muscular build, and of course the familiarity. But why wasn't he moving or doing anything? Suddenly he begun to move away, towards the dorms, I was confused, until his words came back. "You can come find me whenever you remember who I am, if you ever even remember who I am." "Jason" I called, thankfully he stopped, but didn't turn. "Jason Clove" he still didn't turn. I bristled feeling uncomfortable for some reason. "I-I remember you now, from school. You asked me out to prom and...and I..."

Clara retrieved a sachet hidden behind the dresser within a sealed box and handed it to Olivia, who raised her eyebrows suspiciously. "Just make the slave drink it every day, no more than five drops... Remember not to overdose. This herb will dry out Lily's womb and prevent her from getting pregnant. Taken in the right measure, the herb is undetectable in the body, and everyone will think Lily is sterile and useless to the pack," Clara said, handing the package to Olivia, who smiled victoriously. "Where did you get it?" Olivia asked suspiciously, looking inside the package.

Clearing her throat Natasha continued ‘that is Alfred a second year and a phase two fire elemental and I’m Natasha a first year and a phase one water elemental’. Ivory glanced at Alfred in surprise; she didn’t know he was a fire elemental. Bringing out six parchments which had the details of the mission, ivory handed it out to everyone. ‘The mission is to go to Buklime Mountain… in Buklime mountain there’s a place called chex’. ‘Chex, aren’t those territories where only phase one and two can enter’ Nara asked staring at ivory ‘Yeah, that’s where the ice lotus grows; it grows in a cave guarded by white leopards’ ivory stated glancing at everyone.

*The Blackhowl Pack* The courtyard was a cathedral of night,it was open to the sky, its stone floor veined with old cracks that glimmered faintly beneath the moon. Braziers burned around the edges, sending up smoke that smelled of iron and sage. Lilith stood at the long marble table, her pale hands steady as she ground the moonflower into dust. The bloom gave a faint silver glow before it died, scattering light across her fingers like falling stars. She whispered a string of old words of magic and the powder shimmered. She then cast it into the bowl beside Aldric’s bed.

The salamander closed its eyes when she commanded it, then accepted her gentle kiss. "Victoria, focus. These forest herbs are crucial." She pouted. "Fine." I pointed to the jagged-leafed plant. "This one never touches it with your hands. Stinging Nettle—Urtica dioica." Victoria said Victoria absorbed knowledge like parched earth takes rain. Her mind outpaced even mine sometimes. After grueling morning lessons, I'd reward her with trips to the wild blackberry patches. She'd return with purple-stained fingers and a rare, genuine smile. "Like a bear in a past life," I'd tease, watching her devour handful after handful.

Klara sighed walking towards the lilies. The flower bed has all kinds of lilies including her favourite Madonna lilies. Her pseudonym 'White flower' was derived from these, in memory of Julia and her past. Looking at them made her feel refreshed and she kind of missed painting so much. It's been almost a month since she made new painting and didn't know what happened to the one she painted before getting kidnapped.

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

"Before every marking ceremony, I'd take herbs to make me pass out. That idiotic Moonshadow bitch actually believed I was frail." "You're so clever," one werewolf purred, kissing her neck. "Making her suffer all those years." "Does she deserve any better?" Seraphina pushed him away, her eyes glinting maliciously. "A broke, wandering Omega daring to want the Alpha? I am the true Luna of the Blackrock Tribe!" "And she never noticed the switched gifts?" another werewolf asked. "Of course not!" Seraphina laughed mockingly. "I swapped all her jewels for glass beads, her silks for rough cloth. That idiot she-wolf even kept thanking Kaelen for his 'thoughtfulness.' Hahaha!"

“A gift. One no Alpha can ignore.” Magnus leaned forward, his green eyes narrowing. “Speak.” Lilith’s lips curved, slow and deliberate. “The human Luna. Isabella Hart.” The hall erupted. Wolves barked disbelief, some with laughter, others with snarls. Chairs scraped. Tankards slammed. Magnus lifted a single hand. Silence dropped like a blade. He studied her face, searching for weakness, for bluff. “Stormfang’s ghost-bride. The one who ran.” “The one who lives,” Lilith corrected smoothly. “And more than that—the one bound to Lucian Blackthorn by a bond neither distance nor blood has severed.”

There were also towering trees with lush leaves on them, which turned into blades at this time. As the leaves all over the sky shot out like a storm, almost all the surrounding warriors of the Human Clan were instakilled, and their flesh and blood were directly cut into pieces... That scene was bloody and cruel! ... In short! At this moment, all kinds of strange mutated plants went crazy and slaughtered the warriors of the Human Clan! Among these mutated plants, the most terrifying thing was a strange black lotus flower! This strange black lotus emitted strands of black demonic aura, full of evil and corrosive power.