Nacht Black Clover Novels & Stories

*PREMINITION* I'm walking through a dark forest, the moon is at its highest point in the sky. The forest is eerily quiet tonight, almost like there is something bad here, that has all the nocturnal animals scared. As I walk deeper and deeper into the forest, I realise that I know the forest I am walking through. It's the Midian forest that is between Clovedale and the Deadly Nightshade and Blackmist pack. Confusion fills me as I try to work out what I am supposed to be here for. All I know is that there is something not right in this forest tonight. As I was walking further into the forest I started hearing the sound of a female chanting.

I sent over mind-link, earning a mental huff in response. As I watched Blakely dance, her eyes never once leaving the crowd, I absentmindedly unfolded my slip of paper, wondering if there were a clue I might’ve missed. Anything to help me identify her would-be attacker. The moment my eyes skimmed the page, a burst of black ink unfurled across its surface. It read: Here is a clue to aid you on your hunt: “Their mask is dark, the blackest of all night, Caging souls who thrash and fight.

The black lingerie that was originally in the closet, I took after cleaning the body in the bathroom. The smell of soap residue so thick, a mixture of sandalwood and rose flowers so attached. Both my eyes looked at the lingerie in front of me; then I decided to wear it exactly at 21:00. I don't intend to leave the room after this anyway because the day has been full of activities, and tonight, I intend to go to bed early. Yes, all the lingerie fit me well. But the black color looks better and makes my skin look even fairer. I quickly put on the thigh-length outfit.

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

I cock up a brow though I know he can't see me. "You say the weirdest shit, Enzo," Silas dramatically gags on the other line. "I'm calling to see if you still intend to make it tonight." Of course, the Northern Sin. I look down at my watch and see it's already past 7 pm. The Northern Sin is the only club The Black Rose officially owns. It's licensed and shit. Only, behind the scenes, the majority of our business takes place there. Especially the drugs. We have filthy rich regular customers, competitors, and enemies fill the tables and dance floors every night.

The flower that blooms in the middle of the night sky is also soaked in the white petals by the dew drops, a little soft and gentle makes people's hearts move. In the room, the weak light emanating from the bedside lamp, the floor was littered with men's and women's clothing, the sparse light trail was not enough to make the scene appear clearly. But the sound of men's gasps and women's soft breaths were continuous and endless. Tinh Ngoc doesn't know how much “love” this is tonight. Perhaps because they were about to be apart, Dinh Quan was especially intense tonight. All over her body were traces left by him, but the deepest part of her was also invaded and disturbed by him.

Lauren sucked in a sharp breath. There was blood everywhere—so much blood, how could there be so much blood? Why was it still red and not brown and faded?—and bits of viscera that the killer hadn’t taken with him. Scraps of cloth were scattered like party confetti, and there was one brown moccasin with its sole facing up. It seemed very small and sad without its owner. Black flies buzzed, bloated and drunk, around the clearing. All around them was the smell of rot and death and the sharp tang of that impossibly fresh blood.

It seemed I was still safe for the time being. Drawing a steadying breath, I pressed onward. Wrapped in the cloak of darkness and solitude, my feet guided me on the path my heart had chosen. The moonlight streaming through the centuries-old trees of Dark Woods painted an iridescent pathway, leading me closer to the small patch of nightshade. After what felt like hours of navigating the thorny underbrush and dense foliage, I finally reached the clearing where the nightshade plants grew. Their glossy green leaves and purple petals glistened in the faint moonlight, casting an eerie glow on their serpentine stems.

"No, I don't. But I want to keep this place, for him. If she comes back someday... she'll still have a home." Enne nodded, and sat down beside Nathalie. Both of them looked up at the sky, which was now beginning to reveal the constellation Aquila among the stars. "The sky is never wrong," Enne said. "And sometimes love doesn't either," Nathalie replied softly. But little did they know, beneath the old ground where the ruins of the old rogue territory once stood, the sound of clattering steps echoed in the dark hallway. A man stood in front of a group of dark-clothed humans, with the insignia of the Black Order pinned to their left arms.

Clover stood completely still. Her breathing became shallow. The blackness in her eye spread for a moment before disappearing again. Kael noticed immediately. “Clover?” She didn’t answer. He touched her shoulder. She flinched. “It’s inside me.” Everyone went silent. Nyx stepped forward. “The First Void.” Clover nodded. “I can feel it.” “What does it feel like?” Kael asked. Clover closed her eyes. “Like someone is standing behind me.”