Valtos Black Clover Novels & Stories

"No pack protection, no territory, running from the law. And yet, you carry a pouch full of the rarest, most tightly controlled botanical contraband in the northern territories. Why does a stray carry silver blocking medicine, Valerie?" Valerie’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of her name on his lips, but she kept her jaw set. "If you know what it is, then you know it’s the only thing keeping me alive. I’m an apothecary. I use the synthesized serum to mask my scent so your executioners don't hunt me down for the crime of existing." "Is that all it is?" Silas leaned in, his shadow completely eclipsing her beneath the harsh fluorescent lights. "Or did someone hire you to harvest it? Becaus

She paused but spoke again before I could ask what she meant by his hair being black. After killing Val, Elysia cloaked his features, giving him a new look that no one would recognize, which included turning his signature red hair blonde. Then she made sure to dump him near a morgue so that he could be collected and burned. Cartels had too many people dying, so unclaimed bodies were cremated without a fuss. The cloaking spell would not last indefinitely, but long enough for Val's body to be picked up and cremated. "There was a storm approaching, the skies were darkening, and there was no one else nearby. It was just me and him, and he was standing a little farther away." She continued.

On the plus side, it was far too late in the day for us to be heading back to Valkyrie HQ, so I’d be spending the night in his arms, which sometimes, is all you need as a stress relief. Sighing, I kicked my feet up, pulling out my phone and calling Ironclad, the current president of the Gearless Knights. I don’t have the best working relationship with the Gearless Knights, so I knew this was going to be interesting, to put it politely. Ironclad: Duchess, that’s not a name I see pop up on my phone often. What’s happening in the world of the Valkyrie? The Duchess: Ironclad, good to speak with you. I don’t know if it’s gotten to you through the grapevine yet, but I recently took over and integr

Valerius whipped his head around. Out of the shadows, a figure stepped forward. Cloaked in black, his garments streaked with mud and dust, the hood drawn low but not enough to hide his face. A pale, sharp-featured man, human, and yet something in his bearing made Valerius stiffen like he had seen a ghost. Chloe’s gasps quieted into ragged sobs as she blinked at the newcomer through the haze of pain. Valerius’s tone dropped, lethal. “Who are you?”

anger gripped her tightly, Valerie spoke before her mind caught up with what she had done. "No!" She snaps, her tone held a lethal edge foreign to her ears. Watching her former Alphas' expression twist into surprise. "I will not become a rogue. I promise you that." He saw the promise in her eyes, familiar to the look he'd given her earlier when he promised to kill her. Her eyes burned like fire and brimstone. But he gave a single glance at her weak, pathetic figure and scoffed. "We shall see. Until next time, daughter." And as the lighting cracks open the sky, he's gone. Left in a world unknown to her; a world of strange creatures, Kings and Queens, darkness and light all sewn together by m

“He didn’t even retaliate. He’s just… waiting. Letting me move first. Like I’m a child playing chess with the devil.” Her voice trembled—but her face didn’t. She stood, walked over to the black coin sitting on the mantle—the one the Widowmaker returned after Viktor handed it to her. Valeria stared at it. The symbol of death. Bain Blackwood’s mark. She let out a shaky breath. “I’m not afraid of you.” But her pulse said otherwise.

It would be a good idea but I didn’t have the money and I didn’t want to get him gifts using his money. “Oh wow.” Clover gasped, picking up the ring on display with reverence. “It looks like the perfect size for him too.” “Va- Alpha Valens isn’t a man that likes jewellery.” “How would you know?” Celeste asked. “Clover knows what the Alpha likes. They’ve been together for a long time.” I opened my mouth in a snarl but snapped it shut. “I’m not with Valens.” Clover let out a light laugh. “Why not? You’re his lucky clover.”

She laughed. Blackwater Val, Richard’s mind echoed. Once you’re from the Val, son, you’re always from the Val. Didn’t you know that? He blinked the thought away. “You can never return here,” she was saying, rising from the table, “or speak of this to anyone. Tell no one what we’ve done tonight, eh?” The witch led them toward the door. “Do not come back to this house for any reason, no matter the outcome. Not ever, do you understand?”

His patience was already wearing thin, and Vendetta’s probing didn’t help. “Stop sniffing around like a witch in heat,” Valen snapped, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes narrowed as Vendetta continued to pace, her focus clearly on something she wasn’t sharing. “No one knows about this place except you.” But Vendetta wasn’t easily discouraged. She moved with a feline grace, her movements deliberate and unsettling. Her black cloak billowed behind her as she stopped, turning toward Valen with a sly smile. “You can hide a lot from the world, Valen, but not me and you know that” she said, her voice a silken whisper.