Secre Black Clover Novels & Stories

As his divine sense swept over the area, his mouth fell open in astonishment. "Wow! Thousand-Year Clock Elixir!" he exclaimed. "And Earth-Fire Spirit Elixir! And Wind-Thunder Apricot!" Severin stood still for a moment, taking in the sight before him. The reason being, all of these were eighth-grade herbs! More than a dozen eighth-grade herbs were neatly arranged in the corner. How could Severin not be amazed? Just one of these herbs placed outside would easily attract the attention of royal paragon cultivators, sparking fierce competition and chaos, and yet they had unexpectedly fallen into Severin's lap.

Zade’s POV I finish reviewing the last set of documents at Blackwood Enterprises and lean back slightly in the chair. Across the office, Clover stands. Clover Blackwood smooths down the front of her blazer before glancing toward me. “I’m going to run to my office really quickly and grab something,” she says casually. “I’ll be right back.” “Alright,” I reply. She walks out of the office, the door clicking softly behind her. The moment she’s gone, I look over at Lucas.

The forest extended out before them, a maze of old trees and tangled undergrowth. The air was thick with the fragrance of pine and greenery, and the canopy covered their way in a quiet dusk. Clara, Luna, Ethan, Selene, and Isolde moved with reason, their mission clear: look for the Pillars of Creation and revive the Heart's power. But the experience with the cloaked stranger waited in Clara's intellect, their caution a frequenting reverberate that refused to blur. She pushed the memory aside, centering instep on the way ahead and the assignment at hand.

I ruffle her hair, then stare at the coffee maker, waiting patiently so I can go serve the customers who are waiting. "You're trying to switch the topic, but I'd still let you know that having feelings for a guy like Killian will only make your life complicated. There are good-looking werewolves out there, the ones who aren't smelly though. You can find a nice guy. Or maybe even human. They're not so bad." Clover tells me, her face straightening into seriousness. And I chuckle because her mindset is way too mature for her age. When I set the cups on the tray to fix the coffee, I see Clover sneaking out something from her hoodie pocket, only this time it's not a blood bag, but a bottle that c