Licita Black Clover Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

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.

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.

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

Matthias is all that and more to the Pack and to the Alpha. My father nods and places his finger on the intercom. "Thank you. Please escort her in." A few moments pass in tense silence until Matthias opens the door to the office, Layla trailing behind him with her hands clasped in front of her. He places his hand on her back and guides her in. "Sit." He growls at her and for a split second of weakness, I almost feel kind of bad for the she-wolf. You won't be able to find a single wolf in Blackwater who isn't more than fond of Willie. She is fated to be our next Luna after all, even though she isn't yet aware.

Then he answered: “We’re missing one ingredient.” The relief vanished before it could even settle. “What ingredient?” Pavel opened another file on the monitor. A botanical image filled the screen: a plant with extremely thin leaves, dark blue, almost black, with small silvery flowers that seemed to shine even in the photograph. “Lunaria Tenebris. Known as the Black Moon Flower. It’s rare—extremely rare. It only grows under specific conditions: volcanic soil, high altitudes, cold climate. The last time it was documented in Russian territory was decades ago.”

“This is about testimony. About Claire Blackwell.” His face went carefully blank. “Don’t know anyone by that name.” “Yes, you do. You sold her drugs. Qing’s Mist, specifically. Dreamroot derivative, moon orchid extract, silver sage.” I held up the pouch. “We’re not here to arrest you. We’re here to offer you immunity and protection in exchange for truthful testimony.” “Immunity from what?” “From prosecution for selling controlled substances. From any retaliation from Shadowmere Pack.” I jingled the pouch. “Plus five hundred gold crowns. Right now. With more to come after you testify.”

She looked around, no one was paying attention and swiftly, Helena made the smallest adjustment to the glass, pinching a substance from her long nails into the drink. Immediately after, she stepped away, her heart was pounding with anticipation. She returned to her place as though nothing had happened. Minutes passed, then Lilith eventually returned to the table. She picked up the glass and Helena watched intently. Lilith took a sip, then another. Helena's lips curved into a small smile. Perfect, that was finally done. She watched Lilith continue talking to the woman beside her. At first, nothing happened, then Lilith blinked, she returned to normal after that, then suddenly she blinked agai

The box snapped open. Inside, resting on the silk, were the black berries I had noticed earlier. They were small, shriveled, and dry. I immediately recognized them. Aethusa. A powerful, common herb for blood thinning, used in large doses by Lycans to help the blood pass silver particles through the body. It wasn't a cure. It was a management drug, a poison stabilizer. So, Demetrius wasn't taking suppressants; he was taking an antidote to a slow poison.