Rhya Black Clover Novels & Stories

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "You said this would stop the voices, Elara! You said it would protect my soul!" Rhea staggered backward, her boots slipping on the slick, shale-covered slope of the Blackwood Hill. Her hands were pressed against her stomach, but crimson was already seeping through her fingers, staining her tunic a dark, terrifying purple in the moonlight. The silver light in her veins flared and flickered like a dying candle.

She smiled and continued, "My apologies for not introducing myself. I'm Claire Raphaela de Zielony. Nice to finally meet you, Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea." What... the heck?

There was blood everywhere, pouring out of her gut and staining the green grass red. Panic flooded through her, Rhae was dead, and she didn't know how to save her. Then she looked up, at the Akihyra fruit, glimmering gold in the moonlight. She snatched it off the tree and broke it off, shoving it into Rhae's mouth, forcing her to chew on it. The juices poured into her throat. But it wasn't enough. Rhae still wasn't breathing. So Aynyra grabbed another fruit, crushing it in her fingers and smearing the fruit across the bloody wound. She couldn't see where the wound was, her entire torso was covered in the dark, sticky liquid. So she grabbed more fruit and kept smearing it anywhere she could u

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

Her palms, fingers were sweaty and trembling, much like her voice. That was when it dawned on me. It hit me like a bag of fucking bricks. I pulled my hands away, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. "What is this? What's going on?" "You need to seduce them if you have to," Dylan said urgently. "Keep the Black Rose on your side for as long as you can, because I can't do what Elijah is asking me to do anymore. And I can't protect you anymore." "Protect me from what?" My voice was rising, panic setting in. I watched my friend, watched as her frail body shook with sobs that didn't even leave her properly, watched as her brown eyes darkened with desperation as she reache

I took it and was surprised at her strength as she effortlessly pulled me up. "Where's my clan?" She pointed towards the top of the slope. I saw Tia, she was so wrapped in a conversation with another girl she didn't seem to notice when I landed with a thud beside her. The girl—now seeing her up close I should say woman—had long pitch black hair and looked like she would be in her thirties. Night. Leya was on a tree high above us, probably enjoying the view of the small village. Jhan had his back to the village and Jereum and Tom were giving consolatory pat's to a weepy Jabari.

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

It was an antique piece from the previous century. I really liked the lover's knot design on the tiara. The sapphires shimmered in the light, and they were arranged from the smallest to the largest. The sapphires were intricately placed among the diamonds, making them look like teardrops on the crown. Dylan wanted to give me the tiara, but I said I hadn't done anything to deserve it. All he said was he had kept the tiara for me for a long time. He was simply handing it to me, the rightful owner.

I said, nodding. I exhaled slowly, looking down at the pot we have used to cook the brew on the kitchen island. “I hope this brew works for you. I really do.” Calista smiled, her eyes full of gratitude. “It will, Lyra. I can feel it. Thank you for everything.” “Sure. Why am I doubting it now? We made it with love,” I said, smiling and she laughed. As I was preparing to leave, we heard a knock and soon an omega came in to tell us that Sylvia is here to see the Luna. Calista’s face fell and she reluctantly told the omega to allow her in.