Noelle Black Clover Novels & Stories

Not even powerful magic like yours. My heart sinks a bit in my chest because magic is my only defense at the moment, ''I better go before I change my mind then, at least I still have a stubborn mind that will get me where I need to be. One way or the other.'' Julias smiles, ''That you do have.'' He kisses me on the cheek, ''Until we meet again Noelle.'' He walks away and I whisper, ''Until we meet again.'' I put on black leather pants, a black top, and black boots. My hair I put in a high ponytail, and I add some coal to my eyes. Maya would definitely not approve of this look. I grab my backpack and head out the door.

"They already know you are Elijah's sister, that made you a target. Once it's known you're under our protection, a Black Rose, like us, it makes you forbidden to touch," The weight of his words settled over me like a blanket. Protection. It implied danger, threats I wasn't even aware of. But it also implied safety, and God help me, I wanted to believe him. After that night with the bald men, I already knew life as I'd come to know it was over for me. And now with this step I've chosen to take... He nodded to the guards, who immediately stepped aside and opened the heavy door. The sound from the main club became muffled, replaced by something softer, more intimate. Noir stepped through first,

"I don't recall names very often, duh." "Alright, alright." "Who's Lana?" he asked her, one of his brows raising. "A new one?" "Lana is the one wearing black—" "They are all wearing black, Asty." "The woman." she pointed out to the direction of Chaol and the other who were casually chilling under the tree. Lana raised a hand to wave at her. "Oh well, you should come see your mom." Noelle told her. "She had a feeling you were coming." "She did?"

His fingertips turn to claws. They rip through the fabric of my cloak before raking bloody lines down the flesh of my back. I don’t utter a single breath. “I-I can’t see anything,” Noel continues, pleading. He has decided to whoever he is latching on so desperately to, their identity no longer matters. “Can you h-help me? I feel so weak. I don’t want to go back. Call me again, please. C-Call…” He spasms with a heavy cough. I hear the rush of blood, his entire body shake. The tips of his claws bury in even deeper. The rivulet of blood trailing down the corner of his lips soon join the scarlet streaming down my back.

Something was off about her. The doors slid open and the both of them stepped out. Noelle walked ahead of him, leading him to Maeve’s office. She pushed the door open and their Maeve was, standing in the middle of the room in a black knee length skirt and a shirt, paired with a pair of stilettos that made her already long legs look longer.

"And!?" "And what?" Noelle and I were taking our break outside Open Palms, near the decrepit picnic table hidden behind a blown generator sanitation refused to get. Noelle pressed her Black Magic Woman clove cigarettes to pine green lips, blowing to the side so the smoke would remain downwind of me. "Come on, Ronnie. Don't play me like that. You met Cibola royalty last night! Like an actual goddamn vigilante as cryptid as cryptids get! And you're not going to tell me what the favor was? I thought we were friends!"

As your family, we can only ask you to bear with it for now. Noelle's hands balled into tight fists under the blanket. She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on the two men as she sneered inwardly. They were leaving no stone unturned to sweet-talk and brainwash her. She didn't want to argue with them, so she shut her eyes again. "I want to rest." Only when their footsteps faded did she open her eyes. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "Hello, am I speaking to a live-streaming company? I'd like to place an order…"

I wiped my tears with my sleeves and sniffed before leaving the kitchen to meet them. "Babies," I smiled dryly. "Mamma, I am no longer a baby, I am now a young lady," Noelle smirked standing akimbo, the both of them weren't in their uniforms anymore. "Seriously," I raised my eyeballs and rolled them. "Yeah, Mamma, this is the new Noelle, Noelle Evette Denero is brand new," Noelle smirked and held her waist posing like a model. Noello shook his head and mocked. "She saw Elvis in class and was stuttering like a dummy, she even said that 2x2 was eight when he asked her,"

They’re wearing all black with a hood and a mask, very similar to the person who broke into the pub. The figure begins to take off, dropping the stick that's still on fire to the ground. Harken wants to chase after him, but the vicious coughing of Noel behind him brings him rushing toward her. “I got you, just hold onto me,” he says and scoops her up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and runs out of the shed. He sets her down on the grass and she hunches over, coughing and breathing in as much fresh air as she can until her throat clears and her eyes stop watering.

Then, he touched the gentle golden aura that swirled around his body, before letting out an involuntary chuckle. “I can’t believe I would be grateful for Ricky to rub off his aura on me. They worked well as a protective charm.” Noel snuggled close to the aura. The golden aura is one thing, as it belongs to Ricky, his Sol. However, what is that black shade? Noel creased his brows, his expression clouded in conflict. “…Well, I won’t get any answer if I continue thinking on my own.” He clasped his hand and straightened his fingers to open a portal. “The best I can do is to hear the answer from the culprit himself, and that would be him.”