Morgen Black Clover Novels & Stories

Tour: He was still scowling when Morgan walked in carrying Claire. She had fallen asleep leaning against her as they were watching the stars. Morgan hadn't seen anything like it before. Nothing around for miles and the stars lit up the sky. Their light danced upon the ocean water. Morgan stayed in the doorway unsure of what to do. She scanned the room quickly . Then she started towards an empty space in the corner. Gavin raised an eyebrow at her as she went to set Claire on the floor.

I was standing in a secluded room, away from the music and the noise, when a young boy ran towards me, seemingly out of breath. "Are you Cordelia Blackwell?" He asked me with hopeful wide eyes. This boy couldn't be a day older than eight. I hunched down, "I am, and you are?" "I'm James Burke. My mama needs your help." I knitted my eyebrows together. Who's his mom exactly? And who sent him to me. "I heard that Black Magic can only be fought with Black Magic. Because sometimes darkness can drive away darkness." Uh-ha! That last part was all Morgana. She sent him to me.

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 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.”

Clover’s POV The excitement of Friday lingered long after the initial shock wore off. Lauren, Morgan, and Grandma Turner sat around me, talking over one another about where we should go to celebrate the DNA results with different dinner options, restaurants with private rooms, who should be there and who shouldn’t. Their voices blurred together as one thought kept looping in my head. I’m am actually a Blackwood. The realization still felt unreal. Heavy and powerful. “I’m literally a Blackwood,” I said softly, more to myself than anyone else.

(Chloe’s POV) Mornings in Blackthorn Ridge had a distinct mood—bleak and gray, with a side of get out while you still can. The mist hadn’t lifted when I woke up, and the oppressive quiet that had settled over the town yesterday still hung in the air, like a bad hangover that just wouldn’t quit.

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.

"Don't be scared and fight." Marjien took a deep breath and nodded. She had to fight. In the name of her princess, Drêy Zillah. Meanwhile, Jucel maneuvered towards the back of the Black Shaol while Chloe went to the front. As soon as Chloe was in sight, the three heads went in for a dive. The heads went straight into the ground, creating another blast. There were rocks flying around and into the trees where the Clovers were hiding.