Nash Black Clover Novels & Stories

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.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

’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.

“Oh my God. You’re Nash. You’re Nash-Nash.” He was barely recognizable. The headpiece, making up the horns of his costume, gave him a widow’s peak he normally didn’t have and transformed the angular shape of his face into something more oval. His deep-red lipstick was smeared, probably from kissing me, also altering his appearance. And he wore dark purple eyeshadow, coated all the way up to his eyebrows—eyebrows that had been painted black to put an emphasized arch in them. Yet I knew exactly who he was. Ezra Nash.

No fucking way. Opening my eyes, I turned my attention towards the parking lot on the other side of the courtyard. There, upon a black beast of a bike, was Nash. His friends hung out around him with skimpy-looking girls in cut-off dresses and heels that looked painful to wear. “And that’s my cue,” I muttered to myself, quickly moving forward. The large courtyard fountain loomed ahead as I made my way towards it to take the path on the other side that led to the double doors of the door hall.

Her eyes lit up as she raised her shocked eyes, her sea blue eyes brightening with amazement. Standing at the door was Nathan. His white hair was gone, replaced by a head of shiny, soft black hair. His handsome facial features were very defined and he was dressed in a black suit, perfectly tailored to fit his body and outlined his tall and fit figure. Every detail on him was of utmost perfection. He looked exactly the same as he looked in his photoshoots that Hilda had seen earlier.. Nathan Clemon was back. Nathan was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and he looked like the perfect gentleman. When Hilda raised her eyes and looked at him, she was stunned for a moment.

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