Vanessa Black Clover Novels & Stories

My brows furrowed when I realized it was Tyler and Taliyah, my long-lost friends in the industry. I placed my bags and car keys on the table and sat with them in the living room. “How are you, Vish?” Tyler asked, they are curious now huh? “Doing fine,” I said with my classy tone. “We heard and it’s all over the news you’re having therapy with Dr. Black,” Taliyah smirked when Tyler asked again. “Dr. Jairo Black right,” Taliyah creepily asked. “Yes,” “A hottie doctor aiding you huh,” we laughed in sync.

Now, she was nothing. A horn blared across the street. Vanessa spun, startled, as a sleek black car rolled to a stop beside her. The tinted window lowered, and a pale hand extended, holding an umbrella. Clarissa Blackwood stepped out, flawless in her tailored brown coat, her lips curved in that cold smile. “My, my,” Clarissa said smoothly. “How the mighty have fallen.” Vanessa froze, shivering in the rain. “What do you want?” “I want to help you,” Clarissa purred, moving closer, shielding her with the umbrella. “You don’t belong here, dripping wet like a stray dog. You belong with people who understand power. Who can give you back everything you lost.”

The woman in teal dress named Jade was called Vampire because well, she was a pale freak who loved to lick the blood off of her opponents off her skin with no expression at all. Now, the members of the Clover made sure to catch Chloe Rein. Not when Lucian Liu, Chloe's foster brother, was present. ~O~O~O~ SHE felt their presence before she actually saw them. It was a feeling of connection in a bond that family had. A connection that tingled her mind whenever he was near. Chloe swerved her hand and a wave of water slammed against her opponent, Black Harod, to extinguish the fire in his body before glancing at the far side of the audience seats.

Ethan walked closer, patting Miguel on the back. At the far end of the beach stood Vanessa. She was dressed in a black gown and a black mask that hid her identity very well was on her face. Vanessa watched the coffin slowly disappear into the sea, and a cruel smile curled on her lips. “Good riddance, Isabella,” she whispered coldly. “I hope the ocean keeps you forever… because the world is far better without you in it.” *** Andrea walked into the main living room to see Vanessa chatting with his mom.

she whispered, her voice barely audible as I stepped closer to her, pressing her between me and the wall as her hands came up to rest upon my chest as if that was going to be enough to stop me. “You’re a very bad girl,” I replied as I leaned in placing my hands on either side of her ear as I leaned in close to her. “Dressing like this…letting Brady have a part of you.” “It wasn’t like—” I scoffed, cutting her off mid-sentence as I rolled his eyes. “It isn’t like you? Who are you trying to fool, Vanessa? Because it certainly isn’t going to be me.”

The building was bright inside white marble floor, long glass walls, the sound of heels everywhere. Lena signed in at the registration desk. “Name?” the staff asked. “Elena Blackwood.” The woman’s eyes widened slightly at the name. She handed Lena her tag: 127 Clara pinned it gently on her dress. “Perfect,” Clara said softly. Then… A sharp voice came from behind. “Well… look at you.” Vanessa. Her red dress sparkled under the lights. Her makeup was thick, her smile full of pride. “Trying to act like a model already?” she asked with a smirk.

Today I had time to myself,not even Jeremy would bother talking down at me. Standing infront of my mirror I was pleased with the person looking back at me.No,not the broken or quiet Marie,but Isabella Rosa Morrone.I admired the outfit,a black mid thigh coat-dress with pleats on the left side and long sleeved.I am glad to be back.All I had to do was bring back my ambitious side and fix the crown.Picking my leather Estelle Couture brand bag,I walk out to the garage.I used to go with a small car coz of my disguise but today it was different.I smiled at myself as I looked at my Mercedes-AMG G63.

“You bled silver under the moon. You healed a mortal child with your tears. Do you even understand what that means?” I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened slightly. “Let me go.” He did, instantly. I stumbled back, gasping. His expression didn’t change, but his aura flared, dragon heat and wolf dominance woven together. “Tell me your name.” “Vanessa.” “Vanessa,” he repeated slowly, tasting it like a secret. “You’re not from any of the four kingdoms, are you?” “Four?” He gave a slow nod. “The Silverclaw in the East, the Nightbane in the West, the Moonveil in the North… and my kingdom, Blackflame, to the South.”

The air pressure seemed to drop, thick with the scent of cedar, cold rain, and pure dominance. "Mother, look!" Vanessa hissed, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and hunger. Freya inhaled sharply, her composure fracturing. "No one said the Black Alpha would be here." She cursed under her breath. If I’d known Peter Draven was attending, I would have made sure Vanessa was dressed to claim a mate, not just to look pretty. Without a clear plan for an Alpha of his rank, Freya wasn't about to take risks. She shot Vanessa a sharp, warning look. "Vanessa, do not rush. With an Alpha like him, the timing has to be perfect."