Nozel Black Clover Novels & Stories

The blue seal looks like it oozed reddish ink onto the page. I’m not holding a letter. I’m holding a murder weapon. “What?” Sash asks. “I just thought you might want to see it.” “Burning clove,” I mumble. “It’s a contact poison. You have to touch it, the sap, which looks reddish when distilled to full potency.”

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

But from the second floor, the men in black saw that scene and met her petrified gaze. Clover immediately pushed through the sea of humans and ran to the parking lot as fast as she could. Every step behind her felt like a predator's. Panting, she crouched next to a huge black-tinted hybrid van. Her heart thumped against her skin so hard as if it were going to jump out of her chest. Beads of sweat streamed down her chin; shudders continued running down her spine. Staying close behind the vehicle, she prayed with all her might that they would not find her. Not again.

"Thank you. Really. But I couldn’t possibly keep it, I’ll give it back as soon as we get back from… wherever it is we’re going.” I smiled at him, “I'm so glad we could put this whole thing behind us. I promise I will never betray your trust again. Thank you for—" Noah pulled something from his pocket, a long black strip of silk. I blinked, pointing at the thing in surprise, “What is that?” "Turn around," he said. I blinked. "What?" "Turn around so I can cover your eyes with this blindfold." "Huh? Why? Where exactly are you taking me?"

She always forgets something, and this time it was garlic and red clover, and she always acts like it’s an excuse, not a mistake. “I feel like this place keeps me sane,” she said, dropping onto the stool by the counter. “It might be the only thing in this town that’s trying,” I replied, sliding her the herbs she asked for and a little packet of something extra. “What’s this?” “Chamomile, rose, and a pinch of calendula. For clarity. And peace.” She raised a brow. “Are you saying I’m stressed?” I gave her a dry look. “You’re dating Noah.”

The bell above the door of Nocturnal Blooms chimed, a soft, silver sound that was always followed by her scent. Valtor looked up from the stark black petals of a Mourning Glory, his undead heart giving a single, hard thump in his chest. Rivenna.

Then he answered: “We’re missing one ingredient.” The relief vanished before it could even settle. “What ingredient?” Pavel opened another file on the monitor. A botanical image filled the screen: a plant with extremely thin leaves, dark blue, almost black, with small silvery flowers that seemed to shine even in the photograph. “Lunaria Tenebris. Known as the Black Moon Flower. It’s rare—extremely rare. It only grows under specific conditions: volcanic soil, high altitudes, cold climate. The last time it was documented in Russian territory was decades ago.”

"It seems you've had trouble finding the antidote. Pity." Claw groaned, his eyes fluttering open. They were glassy, unfocused. Nox reached into his pocket and withdrew a small bottle that was a little more than the one he’d given me that day. "Looking for this?" Nox asked, his tone light but edged with menace. He dangled the bottle in front of Claw's face, and I saw the dying man's eyes widen with desperate hope.

Darryl chuckled and said lightly, "You have seen what happened. It was he who wanted to kill me. He accidentally knocked over the shelf, and several medicines splashed onto his face. But you said I poisoned him?" Darryl tried his best to suppress his anger. He had not seen such shameless people in his life. Olive came to her senses and said, "Among the broken potions, one is the Black Clover, and the other is the Tillen Pollen. The two are highly toxic. If they are mixed, the poison will be more lethal. That's why Diego is like that. You have accused Dart wrongly—it has nothing to do with him." Olive had been to the thatched hut most of the time since she was a child. She was very clear abou