Vetto Black Clover Novels & Stories

Marcus had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow the Vale family to the cemetery. When they arrived, they found Serena already kneeling in front of the grave, though no one knew for how long. A nearby sycamore tree had let a leaf fall onto her head. At that moment, everyone saw a figure in black, kneeling before the grave. To an outsider, it might have looked like some mysterious creature. As they got closer, they realized it was Serena. Serena heard the footsteps and instantly knew it was someone from the Vale family, but she was surprised to see Marcus there too.

An airborne crow, caught in the unnatural current, flopped and cawed until it was finally able to fly clear, glossy feathers ruffled but otherwise intact—this same crow would later peck out the eyes of its own young and leave the nest a scene of blood, torn black tufts, and carnage before soaring off in pursuit of interests unknown. Across town a young couple sitting on their front porch felt a chill and shivered, the eerie sensation vexing their good spirits and reducing them to ash in one fell swoop. The recently wed couple, with the name Putnam on their welcome mat, had been relaxing and drinking sweet tea outside for a while. They had also, quite coincidentally, witnessed the arrival of

I notice Clover running closer to the border. The border of where? I can’t tell in the dark. I do know that we shouldn’t be here, however. Sure, Bella can take care of herself and me; she’s a trained warrior. I’m no shrinking violet myself, but that’s not to say Bella and I go looking for trouble. ‘Clover!’ My wolf yells into our mind-link. She stops and turns to my wolf. Clover, a large black and tan wolf, trots over and nudges my snout with her own.

"They're inside now?" "Yesh—" Clover gasped, her big round eyes suddenly opened wide as though she had done something wrong. "What's the matter?" "Daddy told me not to tell you about this," she said, hopping to the ground and placing her finger on her pinkish lips. "Mommy, don't let Daddy know that I told you, okay?" A moment of quiet settled between them. Clover looked into Veronica's eyes and blinked, wondering why her mom wasn't saying anything. Without her realizing it, tears gradually misted over her eyes.

"Is this what you want?" "Yes it is, sir." "Then listen to me very carefully," He ordered. "Once we enter this room, I will use you in any which way that I please. Tonight, you belong to me.' Only giving him a small nod, his grip on my wrist tightened. "Use your words, Eve . Who do you belong to?" "You, sir. I belong only to you." "And tell me, what is your safe word?" "Cherry." Letting go of my wrist, he pulled another key from his pocket and unlocked the door. Slowly pushing it open, he allowed me to walk through first. The smell of vanilla and wood filled my nose.

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

"I don't even think it belongs to Frost." Ivan frowned. "Then who?" Viktor's answer came without hesitation. "Blacktop." The single word echoed through the garage and I stared at him. "Our organization?" He nodded slowly. "Someone inside Blacktop." For a second, none of us moved. An outsider was dangerous but a traitor inside our own ranks...that was catastrophic. "You think one of our soldiers is involved?" I asked quietly and Viktor met my gaze. "I don't think." Viktor voice was firm. "I'm certain."

​Vesh was standing directly in front of me. ​She was so close I could see the rain beading and sliding off the bone-white visor. I could smell the ozone magic of her cloaking amulet, but beneath it, fighting to break free, was the faint, intoxicating scent of pine and snow. ​Mate, Rage whimpered happily in my mind, perfectly content to wallow in the mud if it meant being near her. ​"Your form is sloppy, Blackwood," Vesh said quietly, so only I could hear.

His gray eyes scanned the tree line, every muscle coiled and ready for violence. Then the black Range Rover came into view, and the tension bled out of his shoulders. "Noir," he muttered, his hand dropping from the weapon. The SUV pulled up near the cottage, and Noir climbed out looking annoyed. His long hair had come loose from its tie, dark strands whipping around his face in the wind. He moved to the back of the vehicle and started pulling out bags, his movements sharp and efficient. "You two going to help or just stand there looking tragic?" he called out, not even glancing our way.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.