R Black Clover Novels & Stories

"Whether she'd been in contact with Elias." Aldren looked toward the glass. A slow realization began forming. "Elias is connected to whatever happened to Sera." Jonas nodded. "That's what I think." Aldren's eyes hardened. "Then we're going to find out how." Three hours later, the Council retrieval team left the city. Thirty soldiers. Six trackers.,Two medical specialists. Four heavy weapons carriers. And one sealed transport vehicle. Inside the vehicle sat a single object. A portable extraction unit designed specifically for Crimson Blood containment. The Council had not used it in years. It had been built for something they no longer discussed.

'' When I opened my eyes the bright light blinded my vision for sometime but soon the white light started seeping in different colours. I looked around and I was awestruck. I found myself standing on this cliff overlooking the slow but study sunset. The sky was painted with a beautiful dance of colours. Purple, yellow, pink and fiery orange streaked the sky above. The mighty sun cowered behind the gigantic waterfall cascading down the rocks. The water was a bold turquoise. Birds swam through the air soaring higher and higher. Different shades of green sprawled across the whole landscape with tints of reds and magenta scattered within the vegetation. Some colours I had no idea existed probabl

I wanted to leave and explore the world,wanted to make more money. I left the orphanage at age eighteen,wanted to start making money and live on my own. I joined a mafia gang and was initiated. I worked for my boss whom I had never seen till I was twenty five. I went to a club to meet him for the first time. He wanted to commend me for a job well done. At age twenty five,I was already tall and muscular. I had a tan skin and a pointed nose,my pink plump lips,they say was attractive. My hair was brown and short too. I always go with an undercut.

‘Good morning my name is Ivory hemming I’m a water elemental, the ice type and also in my first year, I’m sure we’ve all being briefed on what we’re doing in Buklime mountain’ Ivory sais heading straight to business. They all nodded, Ivory saw two familiar faces and her heart almost leaped out of her chest. It was the guy and girl whom were with Alfred two days ago. Ivory quickly looked somewhere else when she saw the guy staring at her, it was a little bit embarrassing. ‘I’ll introduce everyone, we’ve all introduced ourselves before you got here’ Natasha said to ivory ‘this is Chevy Sinclair a second year and a phase two witch’. He waves at ivory who in turns smiles carefully. ‘This is Nara

We both ran through the hallways, our feet drumming noisily on the stone floor. "What's going on?" I yelled over the din, "Why is everybody running?" Streams of servants were joining us, dashing as quickly as they could, carrying all kinds of objects. Clothes, food, water, bedding... "It's the rebels," Mahra told me in a frightened voice, "They're here." Just as she spoke, men dressed head to toe in black appeared at the end of the hallway we were running down. They were armed with knives, spears and bows.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

Sure enough after a few minutes, the car pulled over in front of one of the most beautiful cemeteries Rain had ever seen and no, cemeteries aren’t supposed to be beautiful for fucks sake! They parked the car and stepped down and as usual, all eyes turned to them. There was a large crowd gathered around a new dug grave and they were all dressed in black. Their eyes were now on the people that left the car. Heck! Even the priest stopped what he was doing and turned to stare. Was it really necessary to bring everyone along? It was a burial for fucks sake! Wait…oh shit. Rain realized that she’d almost worn a baby blue dress in the morning, she had totally forgotten about the burial even though s

think of horrible excuses. I'm sure Grant's a nice guy, but there's an unwritten agreement when you have a one-night stand — you don't have to see them again. Two months ago after consuming more alcohol than an elephant at a kegger, I threw caution to the wind and had a very... productive one-night stand with Grant. The sex was off the charts hot, but I didn't consider the fact I don't do rich guys and he's a founding member of the RDA group. A group that is hell bent on adding me as a new initiate regardless of how many times I try to blow them off. Marissa twists her long brown hair into a messy bun and sits on the couch across from us. "Word on the street is Grant will stop by later, but

“Because of time I’ll just give you the important details as I know it, but you have to be very attentive.” “Since it is common knowledge that there are witches I won’t have to tell you that again. But you see witches are of different grades, and one can be initiated into becoming a witch through different means.” She cleared her throat and continued. “Although witches are usually united when there is a general problem, they are generally split into three different groups; White, Red, and Black. White witches are the good witches, and their aim is to help humanity. The Reds are on the fence, in-between the good and the evil, while the Blacks are the real definition of evil.”

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o