Vermillion Black Clover Novels & Stories

But just as he was about to touch Harry, Black gave his hand a firm kick. Connor tried to look the Mad One in the eye but could not do so. He could only bow his head in submission to this force of nature. "I don't know what happened. We conducted the control protocol as we've always done in the past..." he began to explain before falling silent. "Mat, hi. Duncan speaking. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we're going to need you... Wolfsbane and silver... Harry's in a bad way... In the Red Moon pack... Yes, Alpha Black is with us," Duncan replied calmly before turning to his Alpha.

Crimson eyes, ancient and unreadable, watched the chamber below with effortless authority. She wore a fitted black gown embroidered with dark crimson patterns that resembled flowing blood. A long cloak draped behind her, disappearing over the steps of the throne. Beautiful. Elegant. Terrifying. She did not command through fear alone. She commanded because every vampire present knew she had survived long enough to earn it.

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

Walking down the street wearing a jumpsuit with black and white stripes with a white running shoes. It was dark and people were not in sight. The street light illuminated the dark street a little. I checked my stomach and saw that a part was swollen. I might have broken a rib or something. I had a plan to escape prison before they kill me. That has been their plan from the beginning. Eliminating me has always been thier priority and my escape plan worked well or better still someone helped me escape this hell I was kept in.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

It was a black-faded red gown, and the skirt was the combination of red and black laces with a slit. She looked like a vampire heiress with her light make-up that highlights her look. Her gown hugged her body perfectly, showing her curves. ‘What the hell.’ I cursed when I found myself staring and spouting such words about her. I can't find the right words to describe how she made this night so grand. I gulped when she was just a few steps away. It's normal to see Crimson this seducing but what shocked me the most is HER HAIR! SHE DYED HER HAIR BLACK!

He needs to take care of the mess that has taken place last night. *** ******** Blake stands in the middle of the bloodied hall, staring out into the sky through the huge opening in the ceiling that has been damaged earlier today. Through the hole, he sees the sun rising from the east as the darkness slowly recedes. The sun feels as if it is peeking through the canopy of gold, pink and red clouds, as it grandiosely makes its presence known to the entire world. Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been reliev

She shook her head in amusement, "Haven't used a number of them yet, but so far, there's Red Dahlia: when I mean business and strictly business, there's...are you sure this won't bore you?" "Nothing about you ever bored me, Louisa." He watched her cheeks almost match her red, glossy hair. "Go on...you may include the events associated with them," he encouraged. She almost beamed, "okay, Black cherry is mutism, that was what I had three days ago, Power red is tolerance, I had it on in Hawaii when we met, uh...Orange tangerine is calm and efficacy, that too was in Hawaii when I had to encounter you and focus on my work, and there's Berry Nude which is what I'm putting on now," she avoided to n

He immediately shouted out: "Has the forensics team arrived yet?" "Sir, they're on their way." The man who answered him is a young police. The man looks around the area, involuntarily frowns, “Turn off this damn sound." As he spoke, he pointed at the playing vintage cassette player. After a while, he noticed a handsome young man who was touching and measuring something next to the victim's body, especially the mysterious black rose. The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting”.