R Black Clover Novels & Stories

“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

I have been following the band since the start of the tour. They have no idea of this. Since none of them have seen me in a year or more they have no idea what I look like now. They are used to seeing me with bleach blonde hair. I stopped dying my hair and now I have my natural color which black and I have started wearing emerald green colored contacts to cover my natural dark hazel eyes. None of the band or security personnel have recognized me. I know the other night they spotted Cara and are watching her. That’s fine it keeps them from watching me. It’s funny because the other night I talked to Davis for like half an hour and he had no idea. I have seen the video and saw that chic

Black Ridge students really lived like celebrities. Lisa and I entered one of the cars with a few other students before heading toward Adrian's house. Or a mansion maybe. Because there was absolutely no way that place could be called a normal house. The moment we arrived, my eyes widened slightly. Lights decorated the massive building beautifully while expensive cars filled the large compound. Music blasted loudly from inside, students crowded almost everywhere. Some stood near the pool while others danced around laughing with drinks in their hands. “This is insane,” I muttered quietly. Lisa grinned proudly. “Welcome to Adrian Black's world.”

When another patrol fails to return the next night, the whole pack understands: the rogues aren’t testing, they’re coming. Black Claw prepares for war in the way of all old packs. Children are herded into the cellar rooms, alongside old, blind, or crippled wolves whose fighting days are over. The triplets drill the rest of the pack, even Elena, in shifts that last until paws crack and throats raw from howling. Damon, ever the showman, rallies from a makeshift dais near the south fence, his voice the bellwether of defiance. Devin stalks the perimeter in silence, sometimes with Derick—now crawling, now running, now blinking in and out of the space around him—in tow.

< UNKNOWN LOCATION > 7pm Shadows moved silently along the perimeter of a desolate compound. A moonless sky offered the perfect cover as a group of men dressed entirely in black, faces concealed behind masks, scaled the high fence with the agility of trained operatives. Each man moved with precision, landing softly on the other side, their presence marked only by the faint rustle of leaves underfoot.

He took a slowly step by step moving forward and he point his sword in front. He was rather curious and shaking, since the moon above was crimson, unable to gulp his fear, for his hometown, they call crimson moon as a disastrous movements of the night. Once a crimson moon appear, the danger lurks within the night will increase that will bring an apocalyptic exposure to the entire kingdom. That means, a phenomenal will come blinding the entire kingdom. Soon as he approached the bush, he ready his sword and swang cutting the bushes with one swing as he watch the leaf fell from his sight.

Tara takes a bullet on herself… To save her Ruthless Rockstar…! ***************************

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.