Lotus Black Clover Novels & Stories

They were ancient, so he was not able to recognize them. “What is this, Ms. Custodian?” James was confused. The custodian waved her hand, causing the crisscrossing light rays and ancient scriptures to disappear. A black lotus flower giving off a black glow appeared before them. “This is a Demonic Lotus.” The custodian looked at the black lotus before them. The lotus was three meters wide and had nine petals. The petals let off a faint black glow from within them. James questioned, “What is this Demonic Lotus?”

Lilian's face twisted in that moment, and she hissed to herself, "Since I can't have him, don't think you can get away with your hands clean!" She touched the forbidden bottle in her pocket that she had bought at a high price on the black market, madness and determination in her eyes. Soon, the joint conference had reached its climax. The waiters carried exquisite crystal pitchers and poured the guests Blessed Water that symbolized the Moon Goddess's blessing. I was standing in a corner holding a glass of juice when the tip of my nose suddenly twitched. Something was wrong. Mixed into the clean scent of the spring water in the air was a corroding sweetness that tasted like rotten sweet almon

It was a single line of stark white text on a pitch – black background. LIQUIDATION INCOMPLETE. PHASE FOUR INITIATED. Attached to the text was a low – resolution, grainy photograph. I watched the blood drain from Lolita’s beautiful face. The photo was taken from far away. It looked right through the wet windows of the Dorchester gala from last night. It was a picture of us standing on the terrace. I was holding her, entirely captivated, completely unaware we were being hunted. And in the bottom corner of the image, digitally stamped in blood – red ink, were GPS coordinates pointing directly to this building. To Sovereign Bloom Capital.

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

Lydia asked, echoing her sister's earlier comment. “Yeah,” Sean nodded. “You smell like honeysuckle.” “No, that’s not my smell,” Lydia waved him off. “Well, it’s true! Lydia, you smell like that,” Blake added, sniffing her sister. “If I remember correctly, your smell used to be like ice in a…” “White snow,” Lydia completed. How could she smell like honeysuckle? Her wolf was associated with the scents of white snow and bluebells. She sniffed at herself but regretted it; without her wolf, she couldn't smell anything.

He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious. . . . . After 3 days A beautiful room which full covers with black curtains. The color on the walls is also black. The bed, bed sheets, pillows and everything in the room is black. I also wore a black dress. All around mine, in bed and room, there is a great fragrance of roses which freshens myself and my mind. I opened my eyes slowly and closed them again and went to sleep for relaxation, then I woke up after 15 minutes and those fifteen minutes like that I slept for many hours.