Rwby Clover の小説・ストーリー

But… He didn't have any friends. Sol was the heir of the Lustburg kingdom. Only another heir of either a church or kingdom could match him. He had never met the current holy daughter of Castitas. Chloe hesitated a little, even though she couldn't read his mind, she could feel the eagerness in his voice, she wasn't the smartest of the bunch, but she also understood a little of what he was feeling. After all, before meeting that redhead–she also felt a little lonely. "My name is Clover. Clover Industria. I am the daughter of Iris Industria as well as a paladin in training and the holy daughter of Industria. Those close to me call me Chloe as it was my original name before being sanctified."

In response, his hand shot out and clenched her throat. "You are not my Luna and you will never be" Clovis wrapped a hand tightly around her throat and hissed. He had warned her against speaking a word against his mate. She might be the best warrior among them but Clovis was still better than her. Riva's expression hardened with anger and humiliation. Instead of fear, she had vengeance burning in her eyes. Clovis hand couldn't remain locked around her neck for long as a split second later he was thrown backward against the wall. Ryker watched his back hitting the wall. His seething glare was pinned on him.

"It seemed unfocused. Perhaps it was still struggling with its reunited power." Tara twirled her spear, Theo expanded his metallic armour to his shoulders, the sand rose from the ground and circled around Drake as he drew his sword, Vivien notched a golden arrow on her bow, and Marjien held her sword's hilt with her two hands. The Five Leaf Clovers reflected each one's expression. An expression that indicates how fired up they were now. Chloe smirked at the show off that the Clovers did and glanced at Jucel. "We can't have them outshine us, can we?"

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

he whispered, laughing when Clary huffed in his direction. "Ignore your dad, my precious jellybeans, have as much as you like" Clary whispered, smiling as they greedily sucked away at the bottles. "Where did the clothes come from?" she asked when she realized that the Walker and Cahya were wearing little blue onesies and Hennessey was wearing a pink one, all of them covered in little moons and stars.

"Here, she is your brother's personal assistant, Clover Hon." "Personal assistant...?" "Nice to meet you, Raymond." Clover put on an amiable smile and reached out her hand for a shake. For a moment, Raymond was stunned. His widened eyes flitted from Daniel to Clover and back again. He seemed to be wanting to ask something, but no words came out of his mouth. He drummed his fingers on his maroon pants as he stared into her black alluring eyes like he had been pulled to a different dimension. It wasn't until Danise nudged him that he finally snapped back to reality.

Damien laughs, checking his watch. "I say fifteen," Victor counters. "He'll want to make her suffer a bit first." None of them understands the profound transformation occurring miles away, how the touch of Clover's lips against Milton's has shattered years of deliberate blindness, revealing a truth too powerful to deny. In the hollow willow, Clover makes her decision. With trembling hands, she pushes herself forward, emerging from the shadows like a spirit materialising from another world. The silver threads of her ceremonial dress catch the moonlight, creating an ethereal glow around her slender figure.