Luck Black Clover Voice Actor Novels & Stories

“Oh, that’s Zade. He’s here. We had a meeting.” “Oh!” Her tone brightens. “Am I on speakerphone?” Lucas laughs. “Yes, Mom.” “Well hello, Zade,” she says warmly. “How are you?” “I’m good, Mrs. Blackwood,” I reply. “How are you?” “Can’t complain.” Right as she says it, the office door opens again. Clover walks back in. She hears the voice immediately. “Hey, Mom!” Lauren laughs happily. “Hey, my sweet girl!” Clover grins.

He rebutted. Yes, yes, my reasoning is stupid. He didn’t intentionally want to get caught in their trap, but I have to blame someone... *Sighs in frustration.* “Will the two of you quiet down over there?” I heard one of the men’s voice command from outside the cave. I don’t know whose voice, but I’m sure it wasn’t Ryker. His voice sounds deeper and scarier. Somewhat like Drax’s voice, but Drax’s is less harsh, and more soothing. It’s somewhere between Morgan Freeman and Darth Vader. Except, it doesn’t give me ‘dangerous villain’ vibes.

I gave him a look that said, “Are you serious?” "He wasn't lonely earlier when he and his friends were all smoking and laughing together," I retorted. West dipped his fingers in his water and flicked it at me. I giggled. "Hey, now! I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to throw water at me with those disgusting fingers that have been who knows where." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't be dramatic." "I'm Clover Thompson, also known as Victoria’s Secret's number one model, Lucky. Of course, I'm dramatic,” I whispered, sticking my tongue out at him.

Her voice sounded similar to that of Claire's voice filter. "As for Leon, give it a try," Fox said to Leon. Leon then put the mask on. "Hello ... hello ..." he said. His voice sounded different, yet familiar. “I took Keanu Reeves' voice as an example. How, it fits right?" asked Fox. "Well, at least I'm as handsome as Keanu Reeves," Leon replied with a laugh. "Now let's see the CCTV, Fox," said Leon. "All right, I'll transfer it now to your monitor screen," replied Fox.

Owen legitly imitated Lucas' voice in his mind before continuing in a worried voice, "No, no! I am off to Lucas' room! I don't want any more fake credits!" With that Owen was all set to walk off but the group of reporters armed with cameras, video recorders and mics stopped him. One of the Lycan Reporters wearing spectacles said in her sweet voice, "Sir, where are you going? We want to have an interview with you!" The other reporter, the male Lycan, said, "Yes, sir! We want an interview!" His voice was gruff.

My men are covering me. "Woo wee! Here I was tracking down my pet storm when found me C.H.A.O.S.!" a masculine voice shouts. His accent sounds very similar to Etienne and Callum, who are both from Louisiana. "When did you get in town, Grothman?!" Lachlan shouts. "Been here awhile, me?! You a cockroach or something there, pretty Lockie boy?" The voice echoes back. Lachlan laughs, one I'd never heard from him before. It's cynical and caustic. "Something like that," he replies, moving away from the door, around to the hood, while Weston moves toward the rear.

I’m blissfully tuned out. Until a voice so smooth it could talk its way into a locked room slides into my space. “Hi. You’re Zahra Larkin, right. Beta Larkin’s daughter.”

Rogues, whatever that meant. Before I could come up with an answer, Lucas suddenly blurted out, “I heard my Dad’s voice!” He grinned and deepened his voice in an attempt to copy the sound of an adult man. “Stop!” Blinking dazedly, I looked over at Darren. I hadn’t recalled hearing his voice—I had been the one who said ‘Stop!’ “It’s true,” Darren said with a nod. “That was me.” My mouth hung open. “How? You weren’t there.”

" Alarick, are you sure this is what you want to do? Maybe we can just walk in there and talk to him. He has to reason with us over this matter. You two have to stop fighting this senseless battle. He has to know the truth about what happened." Blake closes his eyes, sighing deeply before turning before turning his body towards Harou. "For the last time Harou, my name is no longer Alarick, it's Blake. And what makes you think he will care to listen to us? If all the things you said are true, than why would he listen to us now? It's been centuries since this battle started, do you really think he's going to suddenly decide to stop and listen to us?"

The fucker blurted out before I could finish. Lily blushed. “Good morning, Mr Volkov.” I walked past them into my office. Alessandro appeared a few seconds later and dropped into the chair across from my desk like he owned it, legs spread wide. “So,” he drawled, rubbing his temple. “What’s the plan?” Before I could respond, my phone pinged with a message from my info. I opened it and a clear photo filled the screen. Real name: Clover Voss. “Fuck.” I cursed under my breath.