Nash Black Clover Novels & Stories

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

I couldn't believe my eyes. "I'm not sure what you mean. I think it's very straightforward once you get the chemistry of the hormones." Dr Dawson said, the smirk on his face was a bit unsettling as he turned to me. "It's all natural if you think about it. Our team has created a supplement that will make any alpha immediately rush into it's mating drive. There's nothing wrong with augmenting their existing nature."

sort of way, then turned to me. "I'll give you a hint... The answer is somewhere stem down." I repeated the hint in my head a few times before I noticed it. He was right! The passage mentioned something about the roots, which brought my attention to the nightshade and ginger plants the question referred to, knowing that I was able to quickly answer the last three questions. "Got it, thanks!" I twisted to face him. "No problem." He made full eye contact with me when he said it, but when he caught Brandon's gaze, a smirk tugged at his lips as he silently scoffed and returned to staring out the window.

"I don't want to look like a penguin at any event. You may be fine with it but I'm never going to be caught dead wearing anything so morbid." Nash hummed in agreement. "You're right. Black is the colour of my soul, not yours. Your soul is like the colour of grandma workout shorts." Legitimately pissed, I decided work could wait. "Oh, just you wait, Nash. I'm coming over to pummel you tonight. I'm not even going to pretend to hold back." "I can't wait, boy. Just make sure your bite is as good as your bark because I can already see me patching you up on the low table."

It smells like flowers when he does, and I hold him tightly. Malcolm is there, suddenly, in my dream, holding his wolfsbane whip. He cracks it toward us, and it wraps around Nash’s neck, burning his skin, making his eyes roll back in his head. Nash falls, away from me, collapsing on the ground, and then the sand starts to rise, burying him. I dig and, dig, trying to find my way back to him, but it’s nothing but sand, and the smell of flowers, and a sickly purple glow.

ALEXI I knock on the door of the little out of the way house. Nash. One of my father's First Commanders. He's not his Beta, but close. Also, he's my ex-lover. I thought he was dead until I ran into him eight months ago in Red Rock. His slim, strong body and rugged rough exterior is what I loved most about him. But what really attracted me to him, was his spirituality. He has this magic almost. If you need to forget or just release, he has a way to do it.

The very hands he used to worship my body also worshiped Natalie’s. “I miss this so much, Sweet.” Nash groaned when he pushed himself on me. We became one again. We were so close, skin-by-skin, yet I felt we were like the ground and sky. So far apart that we couldn’t meet. “I miss you, Oliv.” He whispered softly in my ear at the same time he reached his climax. Turning my head to the door, I ignored his words. I couldn’t make myself say the same thing. Nash fell on top of me, breathing on my neck, and licked the place he had marked me.

"What is it?" "Hope," I whispered. "It's hope." I scanned the ingredients list. Most were common herbs, things Malia could easily find. But one stood out: *Nightshade Bloom. Must be harvested during the dark moon from the Whispering Marshes.* The Whispering Marshes. Three days' journey south. Dangerous terrain filled with hostile wildlife and unstable magic. "I have to go," I said, closing the journal. I needed to put together, everything that was written in the journal, since it was a potential antidote to save Nora. It had the answers we sought. All of it.

Elena in the center, flanked by honor guards who had to look down to avoid being pierced by their eyes. The assembly hall of the Black Claw pack was reborn as a garden, or maybe a forest, depending on who you asked. The triplets had insisted on wildflowers and brush as decorations, and the effect was less a curated bouquet than a whole swaying ecosystem: chamomile, foxglove, magenta and bluebells climbing the stakes that circled the altar; strands of briar woven in with bright red sumac. Every table was scattered with rosehips, black berries, poppyseed muffins left in piles as if a wolf had found a baker’s cart and torn it open. The scent was sharp and sweet, underlying the musk of assembled

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e