Morgen Black Clover Novels & Stories

“Glad your priorities are in order.” Evander looks around the kitchen. “Good, you’re all here.” He’s dressed in all black, with a silky cloak draped over his shoulders. It’s the traditional garb for gatherings. My friends have on their black dresses already, but I still need to change. “I don’t have much time, so let’s make this quick.” “What does the Grand Coven know about the demon attacks?” Kristy asks.

Her thoughts might have overlapped, but suddenly a thought stuck in her mind. "Did you notice something?" Selene asked her daughter. Clovia sighed. "I don't want to notice anything and anyone but Black" she muttered. Suddenly Selene started laughing. "Exactly" she exclaimed excitedly, much to Clovia's confusion. "What?" she asked while eying her mother as if she lost her mind. "Black came to Newark when Ida was here. And he disappeared immediately after she did. If my guess is correct, you can find him if you can find Ida. There is definitely some connection between these two" she said cracking this mystery.

The coffee smells wrong. The door that she left open in the forty-fourth year and that produced Clara in the forty-second has been open still, quietly, without agenda. She has not been waiting. She has not been planning. She has been, which is what she learned to do in the second life: present, attentive, not arguing against the things that belong. The April morning she notices is different from the January morning that preceded Clara by the same quality of altered attention: the coffee that smells slightly wrong, the tiredness that sits in a specific place, the particular morning quality that the body uses to announce itself.

"Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters." Aqua's pulse quickened with each word, the weight of Aunt Cleo's revelation pressing down on her like a heavy cloak. "Starting tomorrow," Aunt Cleo continued, her tone resolute, "I'll begin instructing you in defensive magic.

Far above, the sky was already beginning to dim at the edges, like a lid lowering over an eye that didn’t sleep. On the threshold, Kaelira paused and spoke not to Zevran or Taren but to the world itself. “When the Black Moon rises,” she said, “let it watch.” And then, without looking back, she added the only promise that felt like truth: “We’re coming for you.” The arch shivered. The Court’s gates loomed. Somewhere ahead, a war-scar smiled. The bond thrummed once—thin, fierce, alive. And the three of them walked into winter.

The moon climbs higher, silver and sharp. Tomorrow, we march. Tomorrow, the hunt begins. And this time, the enemy will learn the truth the hard way— You do not come for what belongs to Alpha Selene Blackthorn. You do not survive it.

My heart thunders harder in my chest the closer we get to Raiden’s office. When he opens it, the thundering becomes a bit harder to control because we’re not going to be alone in here. Morwenna, glossy black hair and impeccable face sits in an upright posture in one of the chairs, and in the other, Mort has a soft smile on his face, his eyes twinkling in an eerily dark way that sends a shiver down my spine. If Morwenna is the darkness of assassins and beautifully evil witches, Mort’s is the darkness of forests on a starless night. It makes sense that they grew up together.

I blurted out. I bought you for a night, anyhow your bare teated shouldn't be an issue to you," he responded coldly with his deep voice, not moved by what I said. I folded my knuckles, trying to control my temper. The urge to strangle him was all over me. "The gown fits you perfectly, are you aware of that?" He smirked, coming close to me. I noticed how huge he was, tall, strong, cold, arrogant, controlling, and possessive. I could see his thick black hair styled and jelled backward, sharp chiseled jawline, dark blue eyes, and inked fingers, hands, and chest.

It curled around my ankles like smoke finding bones. The rogue’s gaze snapped down, then back up. “You’re doing that.” “I’m not—” I rasped, clutching my chest. He leaned close, voice dropping to a whisper meant only for me. “Black Moonwater wasn’t a curse. It was a claim.” A shape moved between the trunks. Kieran stepped into the copper eclipse light, jacket open, hair wind-tossed from running. His eyes looked almost black here—storm-heavy and wild. When he saw me, something in his face broke. Not tenderness—possession. Relief sharpening into anger.

The little girl looked at her mother. “Mommy…” Her voice was weak. “Help me.” Clover pulled against the chains. “I’m coming!” Kael raised his sword. “Together.” He drove the sword into the ground. Golden energy spread across the forest. Clover’s Eclipse Crown appeared. Silver and black energy surrounded her. The chains began breaking. CRACK. The Void stepped backward. “You cannot defeat me.” Clover pulled harder. “Maybe not.” CRACK. “But I can defeat what you made me believe.”