Lotus Black Clover Novels & Stories

All that could be seen was a rippling aura as a breathtaking bloody lotus materialized in the palm of his hand. The bloody lotus was in full bloom, making for a beautiful sight. It was the Red Lotus Fayette that Darryl had used to be reborn. A blood-red lotus? Adam's crazed gaze flashed disdainfully at the sight of the lotus in Darryl's hand. Was Darryl trying to beg for forgiveness with a flower, knowing he would not win? At the thought, Adam smirked coldly. "It's too late to know you messed up."

In conclusion, there was a downfall. No longer were they the chosen couple. Now, one died and one is broken. The Luna of Blood Moon Pack is dark, deep, mysterious. The alpha is no different, but he supported his mate and Luna in spite of everything. The Luna couldn't. Thus, she was known as the Black Luna throughout history.

It hit his legs and it became unmovable, he couldn't move his legs no matter how hard he tried. Cleo grinned and faced Lotus again. "Now your turn," she said and pointed out her long tongue, it reached her fingers, transferring poison there. She rubbed her fingers together and released black flames. "No!!!!!" Martin shouted, he finally was able to free his legs He started running to them as the black flames started going to Lotus. "The most poisonous flame in the world of witches, ding" Lotus said, shedding tears as the flames came closer and closer. Martin kept running but he wasn't able to meet up.

she whispered. But the graph climbed even higher, and the reactive medium in the beaker emitted a soft golden glow—a colour that appeared only in descendants of the Lumerys' pure bloodline. It took only a few seconds for Louise to realise that whatever she held in her hands far exceeded anything she had ever imagined. She removed her gloves and hurried out to meet Yoren. “Alpha,” she said quietly when she found him. “I’ve examined it.” Yoren sat on the chair with his back rigid. “What’s the result?”

BECCA’S POV The concrete was freezing, but in my head, I was running through a field of fire. I was back at the university gate, but everyone was holding funeral candles. I turned to run, but my feet were stuck in a thick, black sludge that smelled of filth and old blood. "You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!"

Rain realized that she’d almost worn a baby blue dress in the morning, she had totally forgotten about the burial even though she checked it countless times but…even though…not everyone in their entourage was wearing black. Just walk and act like you don’t know them. When they all finally joined the crowd, some others turned their faces back to the black casket that was about to be lowered into the ground. There was a picture in front of it, a young and vibrant looking man with glasses, he looked so handsome…so kind. Damn. Shit like this got her sad easily. He looks to be at least twenty-two or even twenty-one. The one person that caught Rain’s attention in the crowd was a woman that stood c

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Jesus, I must be far, far drunker than I thought. He holds his hand out. “I’m Lucas Craven.” I just stare at him. He gives me a puzzled look and starts to move his hand away. I quickly put my hand out and shake his warm solid, calloused hand. “I-I’m Lilly, Lillian Blackwood”, I stutter, geez Lill, get a grip, remember he’s a douche bag that just spilled shit all over you…. still, he’s a good-looking douche bag. “I know, I’ve been watching you. I mean, I watched you sing.” He smiles ruefully, pointing at the stage, “You sound amazing.”

The cool air burned against my skin, but I kept going. I have to save Ronan. I owe him that much. --- The air grew thinner as I climbed the jagged slope, rocks biting into my palms. Somewhere at the peak, it was said a rare flower bloomed only under moonlight. Lunaris Noctis, the Moonshade Lotus. A flower born from sorrow, thriving only where the living dared not tread. It was the only thing powerful enough to anchor a soul between life and death. I reached the summit, chest burning, lungs aching. The hilltop shimmered under the light of the full moon and there it was.

She cried out in a shaky voice that unconsciously tugged at the hearts of the people. The crying of Aster was the last thing Lotus heard before she opened the door. Lotus rolled her eyes and sneered coldly. Aster is so good at playing a victim. Immediately, Lotus shut the door behind her and locked it. As soon as she did, a faint smell of lavender overwhelmed Lotus' nose. Lotus' brows furrowed immediately. Although the lavender scent exceptionally smells nice, she wasn't used to burning incense… Before Lotus could complete her thoughts, a wave of hotness and weakness immediately crashed over her, and her eyes turned blurry.