Vanessa Black Clover Voice Actor Novels & Stories

“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.”

"They're inside now?" "Yesh—" Clover gasped, her big round eyes suddenly opened wide as though she had done something wrong. "What's the matter?" "Daddy told me not to tell you about this," she said, hopping to the ground and placing her finger on her pinkish lips. "Mommy, don't let Daddy know that I told you, okay?" A moment of quiet settled between them. Clover looked into Veronica's eyes and blinked, wondering why her mom wasn't saying anything. Without her realizing it, tears gradually misted over her eyes.

I was going to charge towards them but Vanessa tapped my shoulder to step down. I watched her say some incantation and in that instance, the men started staggering like drunkards. I had never seen someone cast a spell and I was very fascinated by it. “Who sent you?” she asked the men as soon as we got closer to them. “Our boss asked us to find the girl and kill the bastard should we come in contact with them” “Who is your boss” “Black” “Who is your boss working for?” “Miranda, Queen of the red moon pack”

I summon Neron, letting it flow freely around my hands as I creep down the hall, my knees slightly bent as I walk. “Just as it seems we’re free of the one and only one in the galaxy, the game has to change.” Goosebumps wash over my skin as I step onto the Command Deck and realize I know this voice. It’s coming from the speakers set up around the Deck. There is no other woman on this planet. That voice is Arden Black, of The Black Hole of Truth. “Valen!” I yell, knowing whatever she has to say, it’s important. Two seconds later, I hear his booted feet running down the hall.

Close enough that no one outside the room could hear what she was about to say. And then— Her voice dropped. Soft. Deadly. “I have Ava.” William’s expression flickered. Confusion. Then disbelief. “What?” his voice came out hoarse, strained from disuse. Vanessa didn’t pull back. Didn’t break eye contact. “You heard me,” she whispered. William’s brows furrowed. “That’s not—” he shook his head weakly. “You’re lying.” Vanessa’s lips curved slightly. Not quite a smile. Something colder.

"She confessed to murder, she confessed to everything, I have it all recorded on my phone right now." "A recording of what exactly?" "Of Vanessa Marlowe confessing to killing someone thirty years ago and running illegal genetic experiments on people." I knew I sounded completely insane but I kept talking anyway. "Please, you have to send police, my husband is there and she's dangerous and she has guns." "What's your name, ma'am?" "Elena Blackwell." I wiped my face with one hand and the car swerved slightly. "My husband is Adrian Blackwell and he's trapped there with Marcus Chen and Vanessa has guards pointing guns at them."

I drank my sparkling water, worked at making myself inconspicuous, when a voice tore through the hum of the crowd. “Emma, well, this is a nice surprise.” Vanessa was standing in front of me dressed in black that clung to her like a weapon; her smile was sharp enough to slice. My heart did a little lurch, but I steadied it. “Vanessa,” I said, trying to sound as calm and measured as possible. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” Not after Liam said we were handled, I thought, but I kept my mouth shut.

’ Vanya replied, condescension dripping from her voice, ‘she’s just a slave who dared to reach higher than she could climb and I’m helping her go back to where she belongs. Underneath my feet. It’s basically saying good riddance to bad rubbish. Kind of like taking care of the environment by properly disposing of trash.’ A heavy silence descended the hall as the recording stopped playing. “What else do you have to say for yourself Vanya?” Draven prodded, his voice cold as ice. “It-it’s fake,” the blood had vanished from her face, “she’s taken my voice and made this cruel recording to frame me. I would never speak in that manner concerning Luna, and I would definitely never connive with such a

Vanessa says and I smile. “Thank you Luna. We are family. I hope we can settle all family differences tonight.” “If we can handle the Carrie situation carefully,” Leo motions for everyone to sit down. Vanessa is dressed similar to me but her dress is pink and her shoes pink too. Her hair is in braids down her back.

I was bulletproof. As I stood before the nebula, it stopped rotating. “A Vessel? Or a Queen?” A genderless, ancient voice echoed directly in my mind. "I am Elena Blackwood," I declared, staring straight into the cosmic storm. "I am the Vessel who consumed the shadows, and the Queen who rewrites the rules." I reached out and touched the nebula. WHOOSH.