Nash Black Clover Novels & Stories

White lilies, blue moonbells, clusters of wild foxglove. My throat tightened as I approached. The headstone was polished dark granite. Noah Blackthorn 2002 – 2017 Beloved Alpha Heir, Son, Brother and Raven King. I crouched beside it, my fingers brushing over his name and I could almost feel him here. I rested my forehead lightly against the top of it for a moment the way I always did, feeling my eyes burn a bit. Then I stood and kept hold of Aria’s hand, pulling her close.

Soheila answered, “Little Black is now inside the constructional space.” Sirene waved her hand and a picnic mat appeared on the ground. She sat down and the others sat as well. “Okay, explain.” Soheila laughed. “Okay, Little Black and Sylvie's power were sealed. They sealed it to hide their aura from their enemy. I can't say more about the enemy. Then, Little Black and Sylvie told me that the Nesrin, which is the herb that I took from the Eudoxcus Clan can help them use their powers but can still hide their aura. So, when I got the herb, I refined a pill named Rose Aura pill.” She inhaled to gather air.

The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood. I was in the courtyard. A crowd surrounded me, watching in grim silence as the drama unfolded. At the center stood the king. And before him—Nyxara, bound and kneeling. “Nyxara of the Black Rose clan,” his voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls, “you have betrayed your king, your pack. You have conspired with a rogue to destroy this kingdom.” Black rose? Did he just say black rose? It couldn’t be a coincidence right? The black dress, black rose petals. And now, the name of their pack is the same?

Nora stood atop the jagged cliffs of Halethorne. The wind tugged at her long cloak as dark clouds rolled overhead, mirroring the chaos that churned inside her. Below her, the land was painted red and black—smoke rising from small villages that had been foolish enough to stand in her way. Her army was gathering.