Vangeance Black Clover Novels & Stories

He simply accepted the paper towel she had given him and cleaned the wound on his hand. The bodyguards all got into the car, and the two were going to go to the hospital. Suddenly, a van appeared from behind them. It was another wave. Ember raised an eyebrow. She knew that they weren’t from the same group previously. They couldn’t have acted so quickly. A group of men got out of the van and were all wearing different outfits. It was obvious that they weren’t from a structured organization. When they saw Caleb, their eyes opened slightly wider, but they quickly moved their sight away and stared right at Ember instead.

I had beaten the Goddess’s ultimate gift into the dirt, entirely blind to the primordial fire sleeping beneath her scars. If I hadn't been so intent on breaking her... if I had just looked at her with an ounce of patience... that ancient, world-altering magic would belong to the Iron Claw. She would be standing beside my throne right now, her silver light amplifying my own grey aura until the entire continent bowed to my name. A sudden, sharp movement at the tent flap shattered my spiraling thoughts. Captain Vance stepped into the light of the iron braziers, his face pale and tight with anxiety. But he wasn't alone. He was flanking a tall, cloaked figure wearing the neutral silver-and-gold c

Inside, Vanessa stood beside a cloaked man bearing the Blood Fang crest beneath his collar. Hatred surged instantly through me as realization hit me. She was working with them! The same rogues connected to my assassination. “He won’t survive much longer anyway,” Vanessa said coldly. “But if the essence fully consumes him before we secure control of the territory, everything might fall apart.” The rogue crossed his arms. “Then kill him now.” Silence fell. Vanessa’s expression hardened slowly. “I plan to.” Shock slammed into me. I know Vanessa is very cruel, but hearing those words still felt unreal.

(Euan’s P.O.V) Coventina growls low in her throat when a mangy grey wolf enters the clearing behind the werecat. “I see you recognize Jasper, princess. He’s here to help me.” Coventina’s hackles raise, her lip pulled up in a snarl, she lunges but is caught mid-air when a great black blur knocks into her, sending her flying across the clearing. They’ve effectively separated us, this is what they wanted, an opportunity to take her. The werecat shifts back into his tiger, and I follow suit.

a gruff voice snapped from the back of the van. Garrett shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror. Three heavy-set, heavily scarred mercenaries were crammed into the back cargo space, surrounded by duffel bags filled with silver-laced weaponry and tactical restraints. The man who had spoken, a massive rogue wolf named Vance, leaned forward, his face twisted in frustrated anger.

Zara’s POV The interior of the van was a claustrophobic box of red light and the suffocating scent of cold oil and gun grease. Across from me, three men from the Black Battalion sat like obsidian statues, their gloved hands resting on the stocks of suppressed rifles. They didn't look at me, but I felt their awareness—a heavy, silent judgment that hummed in the small space. I was the girl they had heard about in whispers, the Vance heir who had allegedly survived the fire. Now, I was the woman wearing their Don’s ring, sitting in a mobile armory on the way to reclaim a kingdom I was only beginning to understand.

“Then we make them regret underestimating us.” He reached for her hand, entwining fingers. There was no hesitation. No doubt. Every plan, every strategy, every calculation he had spent years constructing now collided with the unpredictable strength of the woman who refused to be leverage. The darkness remained around them, oppressive, immediate. Every heartbeat carried tension, every shadow suggested a threat. And somewhere below, chaos had already begun. Lucien allowed himself a moment, brief and sharp, to understand what was true. Revenge had never been this complicated. Survival had never felt so fragile. And love had never been this weaponized.

From there, I had a proper view of the clearing ahead. There were women, about two dozen of them. Some were teenagers and others looked older, but not by much. They were huddled together in the rain, their clothes soaked and clinging to their bodies. And around them, standing like sentries, were men with guns. "What the hell…" I whispered. The men were wearing Revenant colors, dark blue patches on their backs, clear as day even through the rain. I didn't like the sick feeling in my stomach. Then out of nowhere, black vans started pulling up, three of them with their engines rumbling low. The men moved fast and efficiently, like they'd done this a hundred times before. One of them yanked open

He looked toward the open dark bay of the third truck, a strange, terrifying smile spreading across his blood-stained lips. "I didn't lose, Zero," Vance rasped softly, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. "You thought there were only thirty-six clones built in the second batch." Noah stopped dead in his tracks. A cold, heavy knot formed instantly in the pit of his stomach. From the dark, shadowed interior of the third truck, a tall figure stepped out onto the metal ramp. The young man wore a heavy black tactical vest and standard Vanguard combat gear. He walked down the ramp with calm, effortless grace, his heavy boots thumping against the iron plate.

The doors shut behind me with a heavy finality that made my stomach twist. The room was a cage disguised in gold and silk. A massive bed draped in white sheets. A bottle of champagne waiting on ice. The faint scent of leather and smoke clinging to the walls. I slipped out of my gown quickly, tugging on the black dress I’d hidden beneath the layers. Simple. Practical. Easy to run in. My veil hit the floor like a discarded mask. I was ready. Or I thought I was—until the door opened. Dante. He leaned against the frame, watching me with that maddening calm, as if he’d been expecting this exact moment. His gaze traveled over me, pausing on the black dress, and then back up to my face.