Licita Black Clover Novels & Stories

It was one of the reasons Silvercrest valued my bloodline. I sorted through layers of scent. Ripped paper, adhesive, stone dust, the faded traces of a dozen students who'd touched the wall that morning. Underneath all of it, clinging to the deepest claw marks, a faint herbal sharpness. Nightbloom grass. Used in alchemy class as a masking agent. Coat your claws in it and your scent signature disappears from whatever you touch. My gaze swept the crowd and stopped on a small figure half-hidden behind a taller student near the back. Lila. Her eyes were darting sideways, her lips pressed thin.

“You believe me now?” “We figured out ‘cator’ and ‘op lado’. Well, Rasmus did.” “What are they?” I wondered aloud “Abrus precatorius and atropa belladonna. The first is the technical name for jequirity bean. The same thing Seb allegedly purchased from Emil Skytte.” Lise said, drily. “So...it wasn’t him?!” “I doubt it.” She shook her head. “I wanted to question him! No wonder Seb was so against it!” I swallowed the last of the pie and grabbed the bottle of water Lise had hidden somewhere in her stupid grey skirts.

Sinking to the floor, she closed her eyes. The Black Cliff was plunged into the darkness of the night, illuminated by blinding flashes of lightning. The sea and the sky staged an unspoken battle: the opened whirlpool twisted a lone ship in its grip, high waves rolled noisily onto the shore, hit rocks and protruding reefs. The terrified sailors held on to the masts, but the raging elements flooded the deck, flowed down the cut-water onto a mermaid-amulet carved from wood. From the bright flashes, the face of the sea maiden turned into a grinning mask, and the tail was hidden by another wave, wanting to separate the "wooden mermaid" from the hull and pull it into its arms. Black, impenetrable

“Good to see you again, Aurelia.” Cecilia, beside him, smiled as well. “You look lovely.” “Thank you,” I managed, sliding into the empty seat. To my right sat a distinguished older man with warm brown eyes and a kind smile. He extended his hand across the table. “Gregory Blackwood. Lucian’s uncle. Welcome to our home.” “Thank you.” Beside him sat a woman with soft features and genuine warmth in her expression. “I’m Lilibel, Gregory’s mate. We’re so pleased to have you here.”

In a large black sofa, Cliterella was being seated, the whole room was painted black and dim red and purple lights were enhancing the darkroom. "Start..." she said softly and the girls started dancing, shaking their bodies slowly and seductively. Blair was just sitting there with a straight face when anger boiled down in her veins recalling the talk she had with Sierra. The twp girls then caressed their bodies... they were wearing a pushup bra and a G-string panty. The girls kissed each other sucking their tongues out. "Come on, make me horny..." Cliterella said and the girls faced towards her and pulled their bra and the breasts were sprung free, pointed and hard.

“No, I mean I will tell you about those I know, miss!” As I watched curiously, he pointed to the herbs. “This is foxglove. Its leaves are poisonous,” he said before pointing to the next. “This is Devil’s claw. It can cause-” “What are you guys doing here?” Both Caleb and I froze hearing the stern voice. Slowly, we turned to see Lucian standing there, his eyes narrowed into a glare. I followed his gaze to see Caleb standing there, staring at Lucian with wide eyes. “I just wandered here accidentally and Caleb was warning me to stay away from this place,” I said, my protective instincts flaring up as I saw how nervous Caleb appeared. I didn’t want Lucian to blame Caleb for us being in the prohi

Never have I imagined being humbled by a human, or any member of my kind, let alone a goddamn plant from God knows where. 'What's this plant, anyway?' I thought within me. "It's the black lotus." Laura answered as if she read my mind. Yes, she read my mind. "The black lotus?" Monica pressed. "It's a rare ancient plant dangerous to all specie of life, humans, animals..." she transferred her gaze on me, "...and supernaturals. A drop of its juice in the blood stream of its host will kill an animal in three days, a human in seven days, and a supernatural in eight weeks."

“Hello?“ I yelled as I reached the door step. The front door creaked open as I stepped inside. My heart didn’t pound. It whispered: Finally. A soft clapping echoed from the shadows. “Well, well… I see the Queen came without her knights.” The voice was familiar—too familiar. But not from any recent nightmare.It was from my past. From a betrayal I buried under vengeance. I turned slowly, there she was my perfect bestie—Clarrisa. I raised a brow when I saw her, after all that she had done to me, she got some nerves to be blackmailing me. She was dressed in white—fitting for a ghost—but with eyes full of venom and mascara smudged like war paint. Her once golden curls were tied back, and in her h

“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.”

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.