Rhya Black Clover Novels & Stories

“Cut it out already and say something!” “That wasn’t even difficult at all. The Lycan Princess is gullible enough to walk away from protection and straight into a trap.” Chloe said and the voice shocked Rhea. It was different. Less girl, more monster. Less human, more killing machine type of voice. Rhea was lost. “W-what?..” She was still subconsciously stepping back, but then a cold hand suddenly grabbed her arm from behind. Gasping, she instinctively whirled around, freeing her hand with a defensive fight technique. In her shock, she had moved dangerously close to the border and that was when the other cloaked figure standing on the other side had the opportunity to grab her. But thankfull

I told her. Aria immediately stops healing Oslec and stood up. She walks into the center of the cave pointing her spear at the middle head of Hydra. She lowered her head and took a deep breath. A strong wind with a dark force surrounds the cave and when she lifted her head, her aura changes along with her physical appearance.

Aryan king, the frightening hybrid black dragon. Daeira lifted her eyes to the window and saw the large moon and its light streaming inside her room. Her ears were greeted with gentle waves of water as she slowly bolted up and rubbed her eyes. While doing such, something chimed on her wrist and she learned it was the red lava ruby and it brought her instant comfortable warmth when she beheld it.

Arley The white ceiling of the pack clinic is the only thing looking down at me when my eyes open. My body is wrapped in three thick blankets, but the cold sweating won't stop. Every time I close my eyes, I see those yellow fangs snapping inches away from my neck. I know it was Risa. I know it down to my very bones. She didn’t just send me for herbs; she sent me to a graveyard. "Drink this, Kydra," the head healer murmurs, placing a cup of warm willow bark tea on the small wooden table beside my cot.

Clara’s POV The gates of Blackmoor Castle loomed ahead—tall, cold, and iron-forged. Just like the man who ruled behind them.Lucas.Even the name tasted bitter on my tongue.The carriage slowed, wheels crunching against the gravel as my fingers tightened on the folds of my gown. I wore black—not for mourning, but for war. Silk draped over my frame like armor, the neckline sharp, the sleeves clawed. The sapphire pendant nestled above my chest, a gift from Ryker, glinted in the sunlight like a warning.Sora leaned in from across the cabin. “You’re trembling.”“No,” I said flatly, staring ahead. “I’m alive.”She didn’t argue. She knew better. I had been many things in my past—omega, mate, prisoner. B

only, I couldn't. I entered the room and God knows if I could bleach my eyes with holy water, I would. I was standing at the doorway with eyes blown wide in shock and mouth open,my jaw was seconds away from touchdown. The boy from earlier with the sandy blond hair and tattoos dressed in all black was sitting on her bed and she was kneeling in front of him, between his spread legs, and she was...I would never unsee this. I shook myself out of my frozen state and run out like the floor had caught fire.

I love him so much that I can't live without him, he's important to me. "Why are you sitting on the ground?" A voice asked behind me, I smiled and turned my head to Rhyker who held a glass of strawberry juice. He was wearing a black blouse that hugged his toned chest and black slack pants, looking professional for work. "Because it's comfortable, and I like reading in this position." I answered and went back to reading one of my books. I called Raphael if he was doing okay, he said that he was fine and a pretty nurse was treating him, he added the pretty to the nurse that means he's having a crush right?

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

She covered her face and said, "Clive, you're too…" Clive realized he was too impatient. He quickly took out something from his storage pouch and said, "Oh, I just remembered I have something that suits you very well, which was why I got closer. I want you to have a look at it. I'll give it to you if you like it." Rania put her hand down to look at it. It was a middle world-grade ribbon-type weapon called Aqua Lady Red Silk.

"You called me boring, Lyle. You told your little mistress that I was pathetic. You threw me out onto the pavement with nothing but the clothes on my back, leaving me penniless because you thought I was nothing more than a trophy you could trade in for a 'better model'." Krista appeared from the crowd, her face flushed with anger. She marched over to stand beside Lyle. "Lyle, what are you doing talking to this bitch?" I didn't even look at Krista. I kept my gaze fixed on my ex – husband, stepping directly into his personal space. The sheer, terrifying aura of the woman who had conquered the Apex Bloom completely overwhelmed him.