Nozel Black Clover Novels & Stories

My body was already fragile, worn out from the emotional and physical toll of the past days, and now someone was toying with me? As I reached for the doorknob again to close it, something caught my attention. A sharp, peculiar scent. Sweet, yet spicy. Oddly familiar, but...wrong. My eyes fell to the porch, and my breath hitched. A bouquet of Moon Flowers. Only, they weren’t the crystal white ones that gently glowed in the dark. These were black. Deep, glossy black, shimmering under the pale daylight like polished onyx. They didn’t just sit there—they loomed, almost alive in their stillness.

He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious. . . . . After 3 days A beautiful room which full covers with black curtains. The color on the walls is also black. The bed, bed sheets, pillows and everything in the room is black. I also wore a black dress. All around mine, in bed and room, there is a great fragrance of roses which freshens myself and my mind. I opened my eyes slowly and closed them again and went to sleep for relaxation, then I woke up after 15 minutes and those fifteen minutes like that I slept for many hours.

It was Noah. He was bleeding from a deep gash above his eye, dragging a massive, heavily encrypted EMP generator that sparked violently in the dry air. But it wasn't the weapon he carried that made Ethan freeze. In his other hand, Noah held a single, jagged piece of shattered ceramic. “Mr. Blackwell,” Noah yelled over the roaring alarms, dropping the EMP generator and holding up the ceramic shard. His chest was heaving, his eyes wide with desperate defiance. “Don't push the button! Look at this! Just look at it!”

’ ‘I don't know…’ Ruiz seemed to be disappointed that Noah switched the topic quickly, ‘We only need to wait 5 more minutes to find it out…’ ‘You’re right!’ Noah quickly sprayed the anti-tracking perfume on his whole body. He’s wearing a black turtleneck sweater coupled with black sweat pants. He thought black was a good choice for stealth work. His heart was pounding faster in each minute past until he heard… BEEP! After that, the mechanical door was automatically unlocked. ‘Now is our chance, Noah, run!’ Without wasting any seconds, Noah quickly ran toward the kitchen. Strangely, he could find nobody in the hallway, ‘where’s everyone?’

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.

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.

"Don't be scared and fight." Marjien took a deep breath and nodded. She had to fight. In the name of her princess, Drêy Zillah. Meanwhile, Jucel maneuvered towards the back of the Black Shaol while Chloe went to the front. As soon as Chloe was in sight, the three heads went in for a dive. The heads went straight into the ground, creating another blast. There were rocks flying around and into the trees where the Clovers were hiding.

His gray eyes scanned the tree line, every muscle coiled and ready for violence. Then the black Range Rover came into view, and the tension bled out of his shoulders. "Noir," he muttered, his hand dropping from the weapon. The SUV pulled up near the cottage, and Noir climbed out looking annoyed. His long hair had come loose from its tie, dark strands whipping around his face in the wind. He moved to the back of the vehicle and started pulling out bags, his movements sharp and efficient. "You two going to help or just stand there looking tragic?" he called out, not even glancing our way.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.