Rhya Black Clover Novels & Stories

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.

Riena let go of the boy’s hand as Anya approached, and the two of them collapsed into a hug. “Oh my baby, don't be scared. Mommy is here, okay?” I went to stand by them in front of Riena, my attention remained on her. She had dyed her hair black and looked entirely different with a wardrobe change. This wasn't Riena the office worker, this was Riena Kurobane, Blood assassin of the Yakuza, daughter of the Black Raven of Osaka. But it seemed Anya didn't care about that. She stood up, her face red with fury, and slapped Riena hard across the face. Riena’s men moved to react, but Riena held up a hand to stop them.

I smiled seeing how excited she is to learn all these. “We have different categories. People like me are now referred to as a garden witch.” “A garden witch?” I chuckled softly. “That’s the name they gave us. It sounds silly, doesn’t it?” “Well, it's a nice way to describe what you do,” Lyra answered. “But it’s a sacred power. I can sense which leaf, twig, flower or root can cure pain, which one can bring sleep, or peace… or death.” She blinked. “You’ve hidden this all my life?”

“His magic flares in the mist... wild, untamed. He’s near the ledge.” Selene’s hand tightened on the pommel of her sword. “Be careful... he’s dangerous.” Ryker offered a reassuring grin. “Danger is her element.” Nyra shot him a sidelong look. “And yours.” The road ended at a clearing where the river plunged over polished stone into a churning pool. Moonlight and torchlight danced on the spray, creating halos of mist. At the lip of the falls stood Kaelen Blackthorn, the Rogue Prince, cloak torn at the shoulder, hair plastered with mist. He turned as they emerged, face half‑hidden by shadow and spray.

Rigel was scanning the shadows, his sword still in hand, but I could feel his energy flickering—he was pushing himself too hard. And then she appeared. Lyra stepped out of the darkness, her crimson cloak billowing around her like a second skin. Her eyes glinted in the moonlight, and there was something almost amused in her expression, like she had been expecting this. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” she said, her gaze flicking to Rigel before settling on me. “Stay back,” Rigel growled, his sword rising between us and her.

he exclaimed. "Leon!" exclaimed Claire in a choked voice. Claire's back has now hit a large rock on the edge of the lake. Her hands were holding the spear which was now getting longer with both hands. Hydra seemed happy playing around with Claire, toy her around. The Hydra's five heads were now pushing Claire and her spears, while the other six heads were just watching.

She combed through her stubborn curls with so much difficulty and silently wished Elisa was there with her to perform that sorcery she always did on Rain’s hair. She pulled her hair up into a professional looking ponytail held up by pins and prayers. Hopefully they don’t give out halfway through the day and embarrass her. Rain put on the grey suit pants and tucked in the white dress shirt she left on the bed. No, she wasn’t going to wear the jacket… why would she want to look like Alexander’s fucking twin? She got her favorite black heels and put them on. She checked her phone and realized that she still had much time to spare.