Vanica Black Clover Novels & Stories

“Wait, Vitania? So you are...” Without further ado, Floria immediately pulled out an object from her right hip and showed it to Alisa's two friends. “That’s right. I am the Vitanian magical girl. I am also a former member of the Vitanian Frontline Witches Brigade,” Flo said while showing an object resembling a keychain in the form of a light blue triangle with three white stars on each corner. This made Frenska and Linne even more flabbergasted. "But I've been banished from that rebel organization. So I'm no longer a member of the Witches Brigade," she continued, clenching her fist that was holding the object.

The upper area till her thigh was in black reaching down to a shade of baby blue leaving the tail in royal blue colour. It was a one side strap with stonework and it was backless with a deep neck reaching to her lower back with three to four straps enhancing the keyhole. The neckline was well defined and the dress was being made by Sherri Hill which specially made for her. Her hair was kept in a loose fairy tale hairstyle with blue small flowers on it. Her Smokey eyes perfected with those red lips. A combination of blue and black accessories being given to her with six-inch velvet black heels.

Ibekwe crept towards the tree and tried to look inside the pot to discover its contents, but it was too high —too high for him to see. After much useless stretching of his limbs to catch a glimpse at the black pot, he decided to climb the tree to clear his curiosity once and for all. As he climbed the tree slowly, placing one foot over another and moving upwards at every push, he finally got to where the black pot hung. He opened the lid and looked inside the pot. Strange images that he had never seen filled his eyes. Images depicting different humans that he had never met. He stretched his hands wider and gazed at the pot inquisitively, then he stopped. Allowing the vision he had just seen

She has blonde hair but a light ginger pussy. Neatly trimmed, I could see Dave’s thumb plunge in and out of her and his fingers massaging her clit on the up-stroke. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the table. I could see right down inside her cleavage. She had a black bra on and the edges of her nipples showed slightly. Veronica was groaning, so was Nicola beside me as I fingered her twat and the sight of the maid’s cleavage just pushed me over the edge.

REGINA I wasn’t sure I was going to need anything but my phone and perhaps, a little purse to keep the phone intact. Black Clive wasn’t so close, neither was it far away. I and Marcy had been to the region before when we were young, free and careless. It lay past the vast forests around the region of the mountains. There was a particular tree back then – I could still remember. It was extremely large and crooked. This was the tree that was referred to as the Black Clove. It was just the perfect place where Marcy would have asked me to meet her.

She turned back to the castle, looked around the cliff — she had no one to wait for help from. The cliff was skirted by a path washed by waves and led to a stone bowl with a hot spring. The Black Cliff was located next to the underwater volcano, but it was so deep under water that its warmth reached only the bowl, heating water inside it. The sea itself remained cold, resentfully hitting a rocky prominence fencing off the bowl. There was a narrow strip of land stretching along the cliff and leading to the spring. At high tide, the strip was flooded, blocking the way to the hot "bath".

But from the second floor, the men in black saw that scene and met her petrified gaze. Clover immediately pushed through the sea of humans and ran to the parking lot as fast as she could. Every step behind her felt like a predator's. Panting, she crouched next to a huge black-tinted hybrid van. Her heart thumped against her skin so hard as if it were going to jump out of her chest. Beads of sweat streamed down her chin; shudders continued running down her spine. Staying close behind the vehicle, she prayed with all her might that they would not find her. Not again.

“I can help you select a few clothes. Seeing you walk around in white clothes like a ghost hurts my eyes.” Vanilla was pulled up by Imaya who took her straight to a sleek, black, car. “To the shopping Oasis.” Imaya cheered, holding the black card in her hand with shinny eyes, while Vanilla turned her head to the where she had been sitting before, there, standing and tracing the vines was Darkness, his dark gaze focused on her direction.

‘Okay, but don’t come running when you end up like the ivory in your dreams’ Anita stated getting ready to leave. ‘Wait’ ivory called out gritting her teeth, she stood up. ‘Let’s do this’. Anita smirked as if she had been expecting her answer; she turned around and gave ivory a black silk. ‘What should I do with this’ ivory stared at it with question marks all over her face. ‘Blind fold yourself; I would like to teach you how to fight blindly’. Ivory scoffed, she couldn’t even fight her properly when she could see now she had to fight blind folded, her day just got worse.