Rhya Black Clover Romane & Geschichten

As soon as she said that, we were teleported to a hill with tall trees that looked like they were touching the sky. There was a reason the Black Diamond clan wasn't called the most powerful but the most dangerous. Even the vibes here screamed danger. There was a weird pressure in the surroundings, and the air was extremely dense. No wonder werewolves don't like it. "Clara, I brought this hybrid child to undo a black spell put on her by the leaders. Protected by the lady Love and mystic, she has come seeking help with the rare red coral," Rihana said, and soon an invisible door opened, showing the inside of the forest that was beautifully built.

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.

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.

" Why are you not playing yet? You said to me, we will play today and then tomorrow you will go back. Then whom would I play with?" She said to her brother while walking on the pathway and playing by jumping up and down . She wore a beautiful black frock of velvet with red flowers on it which make her more beautiful. She always preferred short frocks in her dress. Her hair was pure black like the dark night and she moved her hair here and there by shaking her head. After two or three minutes, David was not answering and appeared like he was busy in his thoughts. "Why are you not answering me??" She said sadly and a little angrily.

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?

Younger Liora blinked at me, thrown. “Oh, come on,” I sighed. “It’s obvious both of you will want to rule by Rhydan’s side. Has he declared his bride yet, or is he still fucking you two like an indecisive little prince?” I tilted my head, smirking at their flaring tempers. Before they could lunge at me or scream bloody murder, the doors in front of the altar creaked open. A cloaked man entered in silence, dressed in flowing black robes, head bowed under a hood. Rhydan.

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.

Lyra Thorne stood at the center of the South Wing solarium, her long black hair flowing around her like a mane of midnight. She was no longer wearing the mask, and she was no longer hiding her aura. The room was filled with a soft, pulsing violet light that seemed to emanate from her very skin.