Morgen Black Clover Novels & Stories

And somewhere in the castle, behind locked doors and ancient wards, Royal Beta Knox lifted a glass to the gray-cloaked figure across from him. "To Morgana," he said. The figure raised its glass in return. Its hood fell back just enough to reveal eyes that were pure black—no white, no iris. Just darkness. "To Morgana," it echoed. "Who never truly died." The candle between them flickered. And went out.

The twilight in Blackwater did not bring peace; it brought the awakening of horrors that the daylight kept cowed. Helena Moore was just a few meters from her porch when the air froze. It was not the cold of the mountain, but the vacuum of sound that precedes the predator’s leap. From the darkness between the pines, three silhouettes emerged. They were not the hunters from before, but something more organized, more lethal. They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred.

Levi’s POV The soldiers that came in and surrounded us suddenly leap into the air, their weapons flying around in every direction as they attempt to push their way towards where Kenji is placed inside the circle of our bodies. An evil smirk appears on Morgana’s face, her eyes changing from their normal silver color to full obsidian, much like mine and Kenji’s. The sight unnerves me and makes me glad that she is on our side and not on theirs. Her hands move up into the air, sending waves of magic out towards the soldiers that are throwing themselves at us.

The hooded figure reached out, its hand a dark blur… And Morgana’s world went black.

I order a chocolate milkshake with strawberries and Reece just orders iced coffee. Who drinks coffee at this time of the day…? In no time she's back with our drinks and sets it on the table in front of us. I dig into mine without hesitation and let out a moan. "It's so good." "Told you so.." Reece says to me with a smirk. "I'm sorry Morgana. For rudely shoving you into that classroom and for bringing you to my house without your permission." He says with a serious tone staring deep into my eyes.

The mist recoils, unable to penetrate my defenses. The cloaked figures advance, their eyes glowing with an evil light. They raise their hands, and a wave of dark energy washes over me. I grit my teeth, enduring the pain. I won't be defeated. I summon all my strength, drawing upon the power of the moon. A blinding light erupts from my body, pushing back the darkness. The cloaked figures are forced to retreat, their dark magic no match for my celestial power.

The Hunter. His body was wrapped in black armor laced with silver threads that shimmered under moonlight. At his back hung two swords forged from obsidian and celestial steel—known as twin fang breakers. His face was hidden behind a mask that bore the crest of the Moon’s Eye: a sign of ancient judgment. He stopped at the crest of a ridge and stared down at the glowing borders of the Obsidian pack below. “The Moonbreaker rises,” he murmured. From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—hooded, feminine, voice low.

"Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names." I was confused by his casual demeanor when talking about the need for guards. That wasn't exactly in the project description that I had read in the email I had been forwarded. The group walked down the hallway that was very bare bones with only a strip of yellowing overhead lights guiding our way. It was dystopian f

Zach and King fought against them, trying to keep them away, but the more they fought, the more creatures kept falling from the black clouds. “Can these things get any fewer?” I cursed, my hand slashing hard at the zombie in front of me. “Hahaha. The princess has gotten some skills.” A familiar laughter echoed through the darkness. My eyes glanced into the dark, and at the far end of the sky they settled on Morgana. She looked nothing like the Morgana I knew. She was now dressed in black, her hair shooting out like horns, her fingers long, and her eyes completely black. “The show is boring, Princess,” she said again. “Let’s make it more fun.”