Licita Black Clover Novels & Stories

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.

The moon had bled into a thin crescent by the time Elara returned to the manor, her boots leaving bloody footprints across the stone threshold. The chase through the forest had been brutal, branches whipping her face, lungs burning, hybrid senses screaming every direction the cloaked figure turned. She had lost them at the river’s edge, the water swallowing scent and sound like a grave. But the cloak she now clutched in her fist, torn from a low branch during the pursuit, was unmistakable; Blackthorn black, edged with the subtle silver embroidery reserved for inner-circle betas.

It had to be. The festival was winding down. The first trade caravan from a neighboring province had arrived that afternoon, and Elira met with its master, a shrewd woman named Risha, in the newly built community hall. “Your remediation seeds are worth their weight in silver,” Risha said, her fingers tracing the sample packets. “We have blight in the southern valleys. Your mountain clover might be the cure.” She pushed forward a crate. “In exchange. Medicinal herbs from the lowlands. Willow bark, feverfew, lungwort.”

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

The other guard, a woman named Lyra, looked back and forth between Lucian and Elias, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, as if instinctively ready to fight. “What is it?” Lucian’s voice was cold. Emory swallowed, his eyes darting nervously. “We felt a... presence. A dark presence. The air has changed. And... there’s something else.” He stepped forward, cautiously, as though afraid to approach too closely. “A flower. A rare one. A dark flower. It’s here.” Lucian’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what they were talking about. The Black Bloom. A flower tied to the use of dark magic. A flower that could only grow in places soaked in dark energy—energy like that which Isadora wielded

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

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

The one which never lost the glorious scent. She was not a red rose but a black one, such a beauty in sadness. Like a black rose, her darkness was beautifully fatal. It's not that he is having some feelings towards her, but he sure had some pity on her. Such innocence could not be treated like that. Kristopher raised his head in the sky and saw even in the velvet dark there is a light of the stars, the stars so brilliant they drew the eyes heaven-bound, the lyrics of the starry night played softly on his mind.

Each petal was marred by grotesque, face-like patterns. Eight of the petals were fully open, but the ninth remained a menacing bud, poised to unleash its darkness. The trio in the room were stunned. Sasha was as pure as a lily. Now, she carried an air of a seductive cult priestess. The contrast between purity and sensuality, coupled with her coy demeanor, was a fatal attraction to men. “Nine Phantom Lotus… It’s the legendary Nine Phantom Lotus!” hot with emotions, Holfman said in fear. Taken aback, June asked, “Are you saying that the lotus on Sasha’s black is the extraordinary variety, rumored to grow in the depths of the abyss?”

Latisha walked around, placing shiny powdered substance that smelled strong and lit lanterns around the empty grave before coming back to stand at the front of the casket, she looked at Damon who was given a seat as the alpha that was and he gestures to the men to open the casket. A white piece of clothing was placed on the ground and Natalie's pale body was Carried out. Latisha, her eyes gleaming with an eerie intensity, began her incantations as she brought out a viscous black substance in a vial from the worn out plain dark green tote back she brought along with her and poured it over Natalie's still form. The liquid soaked into Natalie's black dress leaving smokes in its wake. The wind s