Vangeance Black Clover Novels & Stories

Vance moved. So fast Lena almost missed it. One second he was standing there… The next he was gone. Steel flashed. The crossbowman choked. Vance’s blade had already opened his throat. Blood sprayed across the dirt. Chaos erupted. “Kill him!” Two hunters rushed him at once. Vance stepped between them like smoke. One blade swung toward his head. He ducked. His elbow slammed into the attacker’s ribs. The crack was loud. The man folded. Vance’s knife buried itself in his chest before he hit the ground.

]** **[VANCE GLOBAL INITIATIVE DECLARES CHAPTER 7 TOTAL LIQUIDATION. **[BILLIONS OF 'COLLATERAL' SOULS RELEASED FROM THE SHROUD.]** I stood up, my violet form flickering in the sunlight. I was a "Remainder." A piece of data that the system had forgotten to delete. I walked toward the center of the park, where a massive violet tree was growing. It was the "Anchor" I had planted. And sitting beneath the tree, holding a young girl in his arms, was a man with dark hair and deep, human brown eyes.

Vance glared at me through the iron bars, his eyes burning with absolute, humiliated hatred. "You have won your pathetic pets today, Princess," Vance spat, his breath pluming in the freezing air. "But do not think this is over. The Black Wolf’s deadline approaches. When the full moon rises and he marches on this estate, the Lightmaw pack will not stand idly by. We will be joining his shadow." With a sharp, furious gesture, Vance turned his back. The massive Lightmaw army fell into strict formation and began the long, humiliating march back down the mountain.

He could barely suppress the anger in his voice, but he still made a valiant effort to sound unbothered. Walking over to him, I wiped his face with the drugged tissues. "You've got blood on your face." In an instant, his eyes widened. "You!" In response, I just smirked at him as I emulated the tone Lily had used with me earlier. "Be a good boy and close your eyes, alright?" As he slumped to the ground, he shot me one last hateful look. But what about it? Bending down, I reclaimed my phone and called the crematorium. "Hello? My husband needs to be cremated as soon as possible."

she had mouthed, her fingers clawing at the dirt as the Vance's traps dragged them apart. Silas ground his teeth, his knuckles turning white. The Vances would feel that same searing agony. And the starting line for his vengeance? The wedding. "Chloe Vance," he whispered the name, a predatory smile tugging at his lips.

The cloak of mystery surrounding him made Danial uneasy, and the ominous air Zyler carried now felt disturbingly familiar. Zyler entered the arena, his dark cloak fluttering behind him. His movements were slow, each step exuding an oppressive menace. The hood shrouded his face, but Danial swore he could feel a pair of unseen eyes boring into everyone present. Opposite him stood Vance, a burly man armed with spiked gauntlets and a confident grin. Vance radiated bravado, clearly believing in his strength. The arena transformed into a muddy expanse riddled with shallow pools and uneven terrain—a setting meant to challenge balance and endurance. Vance cracked his knuckles, his gauntlets glinting

They weren't just gifts; they were tools, an armor for a new battle. I thought about going to the gallery tomorrow. It wouldn't be just my hiding place anymore; it would be my command center. I would walk in with my head held high, wearing the evidence of Alistair Croft's favor like a banner. A slow smile spread across my face. I had planned Stanley's downfall with vengeful precision. Now, it was time to plan my ascent. And with Alistair Croft as my unlikely benefactor, my partner in... whatever this was, the possibilities were as limitless and darkly glittering as the Dallas skyline at night. For the first time since I could remember, I was truly, fiercely happy. The game was far from over;

right infront of me, so close that I could his breath falling on my skin. Vargan glared into my eyes, with his lips curving into a sinister and malevolent smile that showed off his dentition. Suddenly, I felt an intense pressure around my chest. It was cold and invasive, sliding into my body. My throat tightened, and my breath hooked in my chest. I was choking, feeling my lips slowly slipping from my body.

(Phone call drops…) (Kelly runs to board the plane and suddenly trips) May I? Harvey! What are you doing here? Uhmmm, boarding an aircraft like you, I know, I mean why today? Are you following me? Following you? Harvey responded, seeming astonished. I mean Ashley said…. Ashley, your best friend? Yes. What did she say? Never mind, it's not important. Well to answer your question, I'm taking my kid to school. I didn't know you were married. I was, my wife is dead. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know. Nancy, I'd like you to meet someone, her name is Kelly. Hi Nancy, you look very nice. Thank you, Nancy says. How do you know my Dad? We work together. Oh! Yeah. Alright kiddo, let's go. Stay safe Kelly, t

I rose to my feet, filled with a newfound determination and a thirst for vengeance. "You'll pay for this!" I roared, my voice shaking with rage. "I'll make sure of it!" I charged back into the fray, my heart heavy with the weight of my father's death, but fueled by the fire of revenge that burned within me. I fought with renewed ferocity, desperate to make the Blood Moon Pack pay for the destruction they had wrought upon my family and my pack. The battle reached its peak, the deafening clash of snarls, growls, and the desperate cries of the wounded filling the air. I was cornered by several members of the Blood Moon Pack, their eyes filled with a murderous intent that sent chills down my spi