Vanessa Black Clover Voice Actor Novels & Stories

He hadn’t been exaggerating. She didn’t spare me a glance at first, her focus locking on Damian like a missile. “Chancellor Blackwood,” she said, voice smooth as silk over steel, laced with an accent I couldn’t place—eastern European, maybe, with a hint of something older, wilder. “Elara Voss. You’re expecting me, I trust? The Veil’s emissary was... less than forthcoming on details.”

She contorted her lips. " Ma'am, Your brother is waiting. " Vanessa said, stepping in her room. She unplugged her phone. Grabbing her clutch bag from the table, she put her phone in it. She sauntered in her heels toward the hall. Caspian was in a black suit. She rolled her eyes, seeing him again in black. " Again black. " She said and hugged her brother. " Hey! I love black. " He hugged her back, " How are you, Roselyn. " her brother asked, pulling back and gazing at her face.

“Of course not. Don’t worry. I promised to protect you, didn’t I?” Vanessa’s eyes started to fill with tears as her lips pursed. “Don’t cry… okay.” I patted her hand, voice low and soft. “The healers already gave you the anaesthesia. Close your eyes and don’t fight it so you can heal faster.” “Hmm.” She swallowed, and then her eyes closed fully. Then silence. I was adjusting Vanessa’s blanket when the door opened. It was the Alpha King and his Luna. And beside her was that rogue bitch—Blossom.

Before Clara could say another word, someone called her name. “Clara.” She turned slightly and saw Vanessa walking toward them beside the parking area. Vanessa’s heels clicked softly against the pavement, her car keys spinning lightly around one finger. “Leaving already?” she asked smoothly. Clara blinked once, mildly surprised by how familiar Vanessa sounded suddenly. “We just finished for the day,” Clara replied politely. Vanessa’s eyes shifted toward Tara. “And this is?” “My friend, Tara.” Vanessa smiled immediately and extended a hand. “Vanessa Laurent Hale. But formally it's Vanessa Hale.”

The colour was indeed from a prison, and I wasted no time in putting the phone to my ears. “Hello,” I greeted, stifling my shaky voice. "This is Luna Seraphine Blackridge of The Moonfyre Pack, am I speaking with Ronan Moonfyre?” “Of course not.” The familiar voice hit me with a deathly sting, my heart sinking down my chest.