Vangeance Black Clover Novels & Stories

"Vengeance is one of life's greatest motivators." - K.S Brooks, Lust for Danger * * * * July 2009, Aoyama Cemetery Tohya frowned as he leaned against the bark of the sakura tree with his arms folded, the flower petals of the sakura tree fluttering down to the ground around him. He couldn’t believe that that was what Ren used to be like, and that he and Yuri had actually fought almost to the death. And if Ren could actually match up to Yuri three years ago, exactly how strong is he now?

a stir there. Rafa, on the other hand, is fixing something on his intercom. I don’t know why they were carrying that but I’m sure that was necessary for our operation today. "Win? Please connect it to my laptop please." said Rafa and handed it to Win. They are tiring to look at and they will definitely last longer so I closed my eyes. I'm not awake or anything but I really want to sleep in this van. I also don’t know why but this car seems very comfortable to me. Because it is almost what we use in daily work. It almost became our home, when everyone was tired and couldn't get home to our condo or house right away, we rested here. While closing my eyes someone suddenly flicked my nose so I

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

“Whatever you want to do, as long as I get my position back as the only woman in his life.” Her eyes narrowed. “And whatever you do, make sure it can’t be traced back to us.” She shifted closer. “Because your dear friend is crazily in love with her now, and you know what he can do when he loses control.” Alpha Black slowly nodded. Of course he knew. He had seen Vance’s angry side before. The side of Vance that could snap your head before you even had the chance to take your next breath. That was precisely why Black couldn’t afford to make a mistake.

"What are you going to do with Vane?" "Vane is a soldier, not a politician," I said, closing the book and fastening the clasp. "He respects strength, hierarchy, and ancestral law. If he believes he is here to rescue an Alpha, he will fight to the death. But if he learns his elder made him a pawn in an assassination plot, his loyalty to the Blackthorn bloodline will override his orders." I walked over to the hearth, stoking the embers until a warm, steady flame pushed back the chill of the room.

And then colder. The Blood Ceremony had been loud all evening. Drums, fire, the whole pack pressed together in the valley below the Blackwood estate while the sky went dark above us. I’d stood near the back the way I always did. Close enough to belong, far enough not to pretend I did. Vanessa was near the front, obviously. White dress, hair down, the kind of beautiful that makes people forget what they were looking at before she walked in. Zadok stood at the altar. I let myself look at him for exactly as long as felt safe and then I looked at the fire instead.

Dark silk, soft and flowing. “I’m sorry,” he said. And then he left me standing in the silence of his office. I was angry instantly. This men are not just werewolves killers. They are also men without morals. I carried the dress back to my room like. Every step, my mind spun faster. If I entered Lucan’s chamber, could I kill him, will I survive it? Would it even matter?

The doors slid open with a hydraulic hiss, and Agnes Vance stepped out into the cold morning air. She wore no tactical armor or dark stealth gear. Instead, she was clad in the formal, deep-emerald velvet robes of a Master Relic Keeper—the traditional regalia of the Vance lineage. Her dark hair was braided tightly back, her posture regal, and on her right hand, the uncut moonstone of the Starfall Fate-Ring gleamed with a brilliant, quiet silver intensity. Beside her, Rhys Stormfang emerged like a force of nature.

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Vance yelled, throwing himself into a low stance and jamming his tower shield into the stone steps to create an anchor point. Gunnar and his outcasts didn't flinch. Accustomed to brutal, filthy survival, the mercenaries locked their arms together, raising heavy iron bucklers and firing crossbow bolts point-blank into the plunging horde. Black blood and shattered glass wings rained down into the dark abyss.