Rhya Black Clover Novels & Stories

Rhydor “Father, how do I look?” Sylvia twirled playfully, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I looked at her and took in her appearance. Sylvia wore a fitted, deep maroon training set,tight but flexible pants tucked into sleek black combat boots, and a sleeveless leather vest over a long-sleeved black shirt. The vest bore our pack’s insignia, etched in silver across her chest. Her hair was tied into a tight braid, and thin, protective leather guards wrapped around her forearms. She looked every bit like someone ready to take on the battlefield,not just a spoiled Alpha’s daughter.

5 February; Black Mansion Rose’s POV I just feel this sharp knife-like thing in my face and in panic I open my eyes widely and as big as I can. Again, a cold body who is on me and my face is about to freeze by his cold breath and face. His face is just an inch after me and I can easily hear the voice of his breath. The same face who meets me in town. The same cold body. No doubt, He is the he. I just blink my eyes for a second or less and when open he is not here. The whole room is empty from human, here no any other body except me. I feel cold and my whole body feel paralyze. I try my best and move my arm first and then the body by just lying on the bed. When my whole body become flexible a

Chapter Hundred and Twenty-Five – Rogue Attack. Rihanna’s POV This was all on Sasha. After my talk with her, I left to the garden and found Camilla busy then strolled into the forest. Now, I was fighting off rogues who’d been tailing Black Hills. It shouldn’t be my business but now it was because I strayed too far. They were attacking because they heard he was blind, news got to them slow. I jumped high and landed on one, digging my claws into his head. More were coming, I could feel them.

Something unspoken. He cleared his throat and began the ancient rite, his voice low and steady: “I, Alpha Knox Black, Lycan Prince of Wales of the Lycan Kingdom, welcome you, Lydia Michael, into the Blue Moon Pack. You are forever bound—with pain, with blood, and with life—to this pack until you are ready to sever the ties.” Each word pulsed through her like electricity. When they separated, he wiped their hands with a soft cloth. Her throat tightened. Her skin burned. Was this real?

Filling the syringe a reddish liquid coming from the nameless vial, expressions of hers were as hollow as the undead. “Tell me, what the hell is that?” Shino uttered once more in a more sullen tone, trying to stop her. “Why aren’t you answering me?” “Hey, Rhi. We aren’t playing any games here. What are you seriously up to?” Zhackary added though in a less assertive expression. “No need to call anyone. I’m doing this for Keisha. This’ll stop the bleeding and cure her.” “H-Hey! What do you mea-” Shino was cut when Rhianna forced herself free from his grasp then quickly injected the what-seemed-to-be cure on the unconscious lass.

It wasn’t until they saw Raven return safely that they all let out a collective breath of relief. Then they saw another pack following closely behind Alpha Raven. At the center of the formation was Lyra. Her graceful figure stood out amid the steel-gray armor, like a radiant blossom surrounded by a wall of cold metal petals. The soft morning light reflected off her flowing black hair, making each of her steps seem to meld with the breath of the earth, proud but not boastful, gentle but not fragile. The Blood Moon warriors, who had never been permitted into the valley, were left wide-eyed with astonishment.

Soheila answered, “Little Black is now inside the constructional space.” Sirene waved her hand and a picnic mat appeared on the ground. She sat down and the others sat as well. “Okay, explain.” Soheila laughed. “Okay, Little Black and Sylvie's power were sealed. They sealed it to hide their aura from their enemy. I can't say more about the enemy. Then, Little Black and Sylvie told me that the Nesrin, which is the herb that I took from the Eudoxcus Clan can help them use their powers but can still hide their aura. So, when I got the herb, I refined a pill named Rose Aura pill.” She inhaled to gather air.

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.

But the tranquilizer was fast, its poison seeping into her blood, and she fell to her knees, the shale biting into her skin. Rhea Blackthorn emerged from the shadows of the pines, her jet-black hair braided tight, her amber eyes glowing with sadistic delight. She wore a leather vest and pants, a dagger strapped to her thigh, and her cruel smile was a slash of white in the moonlight. Behind her, three Black Shadow wolves slunk forward, their matted coats blending with the shadows, their claws clicking on the shale. Rhea’s voice was a purr, dripping with venom. “Look at you, Lunar Pure,” she said, crouching in front of Sam, her dagger twirling in her hand. “Not so fierce now, are you?”

NOVA Rhy moves faster than I've ever seen him move. He becomes a literal blur. One second Roan was preparing for his so-called ritual, and the next... Rhy hits him so hard the sound exploded in the room like a grenade. Roan's head snaps sideways, blood spraying across the room. And Rhy doesn't stop. "Rhy—" My voice comes out weak. He slams Roan into the stone wall, his fists flying in brutal, merciless strikes. His eyes...gods—those eyes aren't the beautiful grey I knew. They have turned black. A void that wants destruction and nothing else.