Rades Black Clover Novels & Stories

guards surrounding his mansion and forest, erica was thinking about all different ways to escape from these place but she her thoughts always ended at dead-end “Do you know what flower is that” Derek asked bringing erica out of her own trance, erica tilted her head to look at direction Derek was pointing “Amaryllis” erica said smiling at red flower Derek pointed out “Nice, so you know about it haa, do you know that they belong to tropical...” Derek said “They belong to tropical lands like Caribbean, south Africa or island in south sea, it is grown from bulb and they bloom for approx 6 weeks and most important this unique exotics flower symbolizes pride, antiquity, strength and self confi

The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting” While staring intently at the flower, he smiles with satisfaction. Suddenly, a hand came from nowhere and grabed his collar. The officer with an angry face shouted: "Who the hell are you? How dare you destroy the crime scene? I'll send you to jail, swear to God.”

"They already know you are Elijah's sister, that made you a target. Once it's known you're under our protection, a Black Rose, like us, it makes you forbidden to touch," The weight of his words settled over me like a blanket. Protection. It implied danger, threats I wasn't even aware of. But it also implied safety, and God help me, I wanted to believe him. After that night with the bald men, I already knew life as I'd come to know it was over for me. And now with this step I've chosen to take... He nodded to the guards, who immediately stepped aside and opened the heavy door. The sound from the main club became muffled, replaced by something softer, more intimate. Noir stepped through first,

A quick glance at my clock showed me it was a little past midnight, and it looked to me like she was from somewhere, no one stayed in school till after midnight and comes back looking so disheveled. She was tan and even though it was dark and her features were concealed by all that make up, it was obvious that she was beautiful. She wore jeans shorts that left all of her thighs exposed, and a black crop top paired with a rather pretty chocker necklace. She had boots on, ones she was quickly getting off her feet.

Joanna was worried about losing her wealthy boyfriend, so every day she changed her tricks. One day, Jeffrey had a hangover and had just returned home when he received a call from Joanna. The woman on the other end of the phone had a gentle voice, just as he liked it in the past. "Jeffrey, something happened in the rose garden." Jeffrey became sober at once. "What happened?" Joanna paused for a moment, trying to be mysterious. "I saw the roses growing green leaves, are they going to bloom?" Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there.

Kristopher was drooling over Hope when he was interrupted by Christian Valentino who can't stop staring at the black beauty in front of him as he spoke, "the death of me." Hope, from the corner of her eye, saw Kristopher and winked in his direction while he could not stop but stared at her. She was so feisty tonight. Wearing a red knee-length dress, a soft makeup on her face but the red lips stole the show. Red and black... the hottest colours when it comes to the choice of women. Amelia looked happy... so beautiful. "We are going to get laid tonight!" Hope spoke in a loud voice and Kristopher somehow seemed to listen when he with furrowed brows asked, "What the hell is she talking about?"

she said, "I don't really like showing my face to the public either." And it stopped the argument that was about to repeat. Clover leaned against the headrest. Brandon was still making jerky brakes. They were nowhere close to the main hall. She touched the window; her eyes fell on the messy handprints left by the overwhelming horde outside. All of a sudden, a fair-looking teenage girl appeared out of nowhere and started marking her glossy lipstick stains on the spot where she was stroking. Clover recoiled at once, shocked by the big, red hearts painted on the stranger's cheeks.

Everly sighed and was about to click out of it when something about the profile picture caught her attention. The troll’s picture was a man’s chest with a white t-shirt and on it, she could read a phrase that was absolutely gross and obnoxious: ‘Lyv’s look makes me hard as a Rock…’ Her last name was Rock, so the play on words wasn’t subtle. Those words written in the same shade of red as the one used for the cover of her new book, ‘Crimson Love’, absolutely sickened her.

‘She doesn’t know who we are,’ Clover whimpers, pulling at her lavender colored hair, showing more fear than I’ve ever seen in her. “I’m right here Raven, I’m not leaving you,” I whisper, trying to calm her down, wishing I knew how to take her pain. ‘Gideon, like with Gideon… sink your claws into her to drain her she’s full of power and life!’ Clover squeals almost happily, as I look over at her watching her dance around the bodies. “Clover now is not the time!” I growl at her, trying to understand how she could be happy when everything has gone straight to hell so fast.

Inside the room, she dialed a code on the wall using the tiles as the buttons and a hidden compartment came out from the walls. Inside was an outfit that seemed to absorb the very light around it, perfect for Claud’s stealthy fighting style. The cloak was made of a dark, almost inky fabric that flowed like liquid shadow. It was lightweight, allowing for swift and silent movement, yet it had a durable weave that could withstand the rigors of battle. The exterior was matte black, preventing any light from reflecting off its surface and betraying Claud’s position in the darkness. The cloak's design was intricate, with an array of hidden pockets and compartments for carrying essential tools and