Nozel 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.

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.

One that just needed a little push to put him in higher spirits. After we'd demolished the entire thing, Noir had talked softly about his time in Milan, about what he actually did for the Black Rose. He was their information specialist, the one who could hack into anything, find anyone, make people disappear from databases like they'd never existed and he was also the guy to torture information out of people and tie up loose ends whenever Lorenzo wanted the ends messy. I knew that much from what I'd witnessed. He spoke about it freely with me, and I listened without judgement. I seemed to have begun developing an immunity for illegal shit.

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.

He snapped his fingers as he sighed. His hair that hung freely on his back were suddenly lifted by an invisible force, and were braided and decorated with small white flowers between the crest of the braids. "Okay done." The braiding finally stopped and he twisted the doorknob. Black. That was what greeted him the moment the door was open, a fully black surroundings. No forest, not even any buildings on the background, completely black. "What...?" Noel stared at the darkness in shock. He fumbled the black surroundings and his eyes widened.

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.

“They call it Noctivane—the Black Breath of Life. Looks like ink trapped inside a vial—silent and dangerous—but it’s no poison. One touch of it, just a drop through the veins, and every storm in the chest goes still. The harshest cough, the deepest wheeze—it all bows to its calm. Then comes the rush… strength returning like sunrise after a long night. It’s made from the distilled pulse of midnight herbs—the kind that only bloom when the world sleeps—mixed with a spark of purified life essence drawn from the rarest heartroot. That’s why not everyone can wield it—it senses the soul of whoever holds it. You need more than skill; you need the right kind of spirit. That’s why only a few ever earn

The Alpha King snorted, "Give up. You are no match for me, I am ten times stronger and faster and I also happen to be a healing Nightengale Warrior." Clovis snarled at him while he flashed him his fangs, and he spread his arms to his sides with claws emerging from his nail cuticles. "You haven't seen anything yet," Clovis grunted. The Alpha King inhaled sharply as he observed the veins on Clovis' arms turn black. He moved his attention to Clovis's claws, which were also black. Then the Alpha King swiftly tore his dark blue shirt off his back, twisted it, and wrapped it diagonally over his chest to shield his twin hearts from Clovis's venom-induced claws.

She hunched and cried hard. Future Alpha Kole was her only hope. She thought… “Oh goddess…” she choked out. “Help me.” “Nothing is worth crying this much about.” A baritone voice suddenly sounded behind her and she flinched hard. She wiped her tears roughly and turned around. He wasn’t that visible in the darkness of the night, but his features were vivid, his presence much more solid. And his all-black cloak seemed to intimidate the night itself. Noelle felt a spark that sent cold shivers down her body. Lightning flashed across the sky- And for a brief second, his face was illuminated.