Vanessa Black Clover Voice Actor Novels & Stories

Vanessa replied, "Look, as you might know, I am the pack's Luna, and I'm keeping my cool and not using my Luna voice. You don't want to see the other side of me; think of it as my dark side, and it's been dormant for years. She's actively trying to surface at this moment, but I'm restraining her, which is difficult. Believe me, I'm a better option than her, because if she surfaces, all hell will break loose. She won't ask questions, she'll immediately resort to torture, so I'm warning you to reveal my daughter's whereabouts?” With another smirk, the lady told Vanessa, "Go fuck yourself, my lips are sealed. "Fine, you're sealing your own doom. Just remember I told you so. Oh, and the person y

"WHO'S THERE?" I heard footsteps outside the door, then the sound of a lock turning. The door swung open, and my blood turned to ice. Vanessa stood in the doorway, wearing all black with her hair pulled back severely. Beside her was a large man I didn't recognize, with cold eyes and a cruel smile. "Well, well, well," Vanessa said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "The little princess has finally decided to wake up." I stared at her, my heart pounding, but I forced myself to show no fear. "Vanessa. I should have known."

Vanessa said, getting irritated but she controlled herself. This wasn’t back at the organization where she used coercion to her what she wants, she’s out in the real world. “Fine, let’s hear what you have to say.” Reporter said, raising his hand in surrender. Instead, she handed a a brown file to him before saying. “My name is Vanessa Blackfield, I’m an assassin for the Blacksmith Organization.” Hearing that, she noticed the way his hand stilled in tugging the file open, and looked at her yet he didn't say anything. A cue for her to continue.

"And the Luna who wears no crescent." Ashley lifted her chin. "Ashley Voss Blackthorn. We greet you under open sky, Jarl Torvald." Torvald studied her for another long moment. "You speak for yourself now. Bold." "I speak for Blackthorn," she answered evenly. "As my mate speaks for it."

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.

A hovercraft floated down and it was black and green. The door opened and a woman dressed in all black. Her hair black and her makeup. A man followed her. People did still cheer. They must have been Luvinans or people from other planets too and not everyone liked good. It was the same here as it was the same on earth. People too wanted to be villains. “So next is…..” “Victor Prime!” Clara yelled and she jumped again. Danny was a girl yes, but she didn’t stop her eyes from going to her friend’s chest which just kept bouncing.

No one met my eyes, no one dared to say a word, not even my father. Vanessa waited in the shadowed archway leading back to the hall. She wore black leather laced tight, hair pulled high, lips painted crimson. She fell into step beside me without invitation. “You’re making them fear you,” she murmured. “That’s good. Fear keeps them loyal.” I grunted. “Fear keeps them quiet. I need them talking.” She slid her hand up my arm. Nails grazed skin. “Then make them scream louder.” Inside the hall I kicked the doors shut as the bang echoed. I crossed to the map table, shoved aside empty flagons, and traced Blackthorn Peak with a blood-streaked finger.

“By the power of the elements, I cleanse that mask off!” Vanessa’s voice grew louder with each word, her eyes blazing with determination. The room filled with crackling energy as the purplish smoke enveloped Luciana, swirling around her like a protective shield. Luciana’s eyes widened in surprise, her hands instinctively reaching out to shield herself from the water. But instead of a splash, the water seemed to dissolve into a shimmering mist as it made contact with her skin. The room was filled with eerie silence, broken only by Vanessa’s rhythmic chanting.

Miss Vanessa said with a hint of admiration in her voice. "Yeah, I was," I replied awkwardly, thinking of how to ask the big question before her. I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, and spoke. "I'm sorry I didn't take your offer seriously back then. I know this may seem weird, but I was wondering if the voice artist job position is still available." I said, closing my eyes and clenching my fist in anticipation. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but that position has been filled," Mrs. Vanessa announced.

"Hey, Kimiko. Did you make sure that the Black Shaol will wreak havoc all over Vestia and spare us?" Kimiko huffed at him. "The Black Shaol will not harm us. I made sure of that." Chloe stepped back, her body was shaking. They were cruel. How dare they put their own land in danger? "They're just like the Illinorae." Chloe jolted and looked around, alarmed that she had someone with her in the dark. But there was no one there. "Don't be a fool. I am inside you." The voice came from a woman. It was a bored and hoarse voice that seemed to be in a hard time talking. It was restrained and small, but Chloe was sure she was talking in her mind.