Patri Black Clover Novels & Stories

I'm a Beta, and our shifts pack a lot of power, not more than an Alpha's shift, but close. My name is Aston Wiley, and I'm the future Beta of the BlackPaw Pack. I'm best friends with the future Alpha King Jamison. He turned 18 a month ago but hasn't found his mate yet. The anticipation is killing me, as I believe I know who my mate is, and I will get confirmation when I get to school.

Our manager is one tough cookie to crack,a minute late he will lecture you to for being tardy wishing you'd crawl back and never be seen. I sigh as I take out my contacts for my disguise looks.After all have been through and deciding to cloak myself as Marie,I also had to change my looks choosing a blonde wig and blue eye contacts hiding my grey eyes.I also had to tan myself a bit to hide my pale skin.I closed my eyes letting myself fall into slumber with only one thought in mind,time to reign.

"To pay my respects." Clover's bitter laugh cuts through the clearing. "Since when do you respect anything about my family? About me? What did you do the last time you came to her resting place after our parents mating? And don’t bullshit to me, you were a child and didn’t know better." Peter's face pales at the accusation, the memory of that day flashing through his mind with crystal clarity. He had been fourteen, angry and lost after his mother's remarriage, and had found Clover kneeling at this very spot. In his juvenile rage, he had kicked over her carefully arranged offerings, scattering them across the clearing while calling her mother names no child should know.

The water frothed, bubbled, exploded in a pillar and the snake obediently curled up in a ring next to the feet of the newt. Since childhood, Chaos and his brothers have been taught blood-based taming magic. If a sea monster was attached to the one who subdued him, it could become a faithful defender in the underwater kingdom. However, few monsters felt affection for anyone. The last in the memory of the sea people were the old king Potidey and Nocté. Aether said that one moonlit night, a year after her moving to the Black Cliff, the exile went to sea, but not a single monster dared to attack her. Streamers floated around the girl, clung to her hands, aquapiles rose in voluminous bubbles, as

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

Authority radiated off him in waves. Evie lowered her gaze too, heart pounding. “Tonight,” the Alpha began, voice deep and resonant, “we honor strength. Loyalty. The future of Black Claw.” A pause. “The future… stands before you.” The triplets stepped forward as one. The air shifted. It always did when they moved together—like the world itself recognized them as something more. Something dangerous. Something untouchable. Evie felt it then. A strange pull. Faint. Flickering.