Witch Queen Black Clover Novels & Stories

She struggled to breathe. "LUNA! Stop it! We have to go find the baby before Liam gets angry," a wolf man stopped the brutal act Luna had done to Allea. "This woman must die. Do you know what? Liam dumped me in favour of this human. Soon, I'll have to become queen. I will marry Liam. Of course, after this human dies." Luna couldn't control herself because of her emotions. She attacked Allea, tearing her body apart. Until Allea finally gave up on her life.

“Ah… no… no… ahhhhh…” The dual stimulation of her flower and clitoris made it impossible for her to control herself as she shook her head; her jet-black hair cascaded over her fragrant shoulders, a sight so alluring it could make one’s nose bleed. She tried desperately to escape this maddening pleasure, but to no avail. All she could do was let out a series of soft, lustful moans as she was carried to the pinnacle of ecstasy and reached climax.

"The 'Cloud' didn't delete the Blood-Lords. It Merged them." She pointed to the sky. The violet moon was gone. In its place was a massive, black-ink Thirteen that was being rewritten into a Eighteen. "The Eighteenth Cycle: The Harvest of the Hive," Hope spoke, her eyes turning a solid, unmoving silver. "And I am the one who has been chosen to be the Queen-Bee." A swarm of millions of silver-and-black "Nanite-Wolves" began to descend from the sky, their eyes reflecting the Star-Child’s own silver gaze.

The rogue questioned, not taking well the fact that he wasn't even able to run for his life. I didn't know what to say, nor did I care to explain to such an unworthy jerk what was happening. Unlike me, the witch seemed eager to tell him what was waiting for him. "What are you expecting, you dumb dog! Although she seems not to remember what her life was like, still, she's your Queen, the werewolves' Queen. Her authority is higher than the mightiest werewolf you ever met. So whatever she is asking, you're good for this body will follow the orders."

The Underworld pulsed with a unique rhythm, one that spoke of both eternal endings and quiet beginnings. It was a place where beauty and terror wove together seamlessly, and as Penelope stood on the polished obsidian dais outside the grand throne room, she felt both. The dress she wore was a masterpiece of deep emerald silk and black lace, flowing like water over her figure. The intricate embroidery of vines and blossoms glittered faintly in the dim torchlight. Demeter had dressed her with care, every detail meant to sell the illusion that she was Persephone.

“With this knife, and with the blood of the kingdom you have destroyed, I return all black magic to its rightful owner, at the cost and return of all the lives and power you have given me… begone.. begone.. begone..!!!” “NOOOOO000000….!!!!” As I heard the black witch’s cry of pain, I entered the room with a satisfied smile seeing that no one had noticed me here. Turning my hands into wolf claws, I approached the queen and dug my claws into her chest… CRAA***HHH….!!!! Finally…. The white-wolf is mine!!! “NOOO! GWEENNNN!!!!!!!!” One of the white witches who realised too late that their queen was in danger looked at me with horror, but I just smiled, I knew she couldn’t do anything

But Esmeray was intrigued by what that black scroll was about that had dampened Vladimir's mood. She was curious about what was his relationship with the Queen of Witches, Queen Amber. Esmeray just knew that Queen Amber was the Queen of Witches besides that she knew nothing about her because Esmeray was an outcast. She didn't even know a lot about her kind and honestly, she wasn't even interested. She was busy building a life for herself and her Lost Souls.

With the witch and her offsprings gone, there was nothing stopping Josef from becoming the next heir, and then Josef's mother finally got the attention of the king for herself. I wasn't really the type that believed in every story I read, or was told. But for reason I felt like this was the root of all my problems. Without wasting a second, I quickly began scrolling through the images of the Lycan Queens, but no matter how much I searched I couldn't find what I was searching for. Aaron Blackwood probably had all records of her first wife destroyed after her death.

I said as I thought about it. I mean, could it be his guardian wolf is the one actually leading him to being this evil? Or could it be he was actually a nice human who was being enslaved by his wolf guardian? "No. We're not lords else I would have had us fuck Derrick long ago. You must reserve greater control. We only follow and assist." She said to me, "Then you're servants then?" I asked her amusingly. "I'm not your servant, Clara. I'm an exception. I'm your queen." She said and started laughing. It was the first time I had heard Clover's laughter and listening to it gave me pleasure.

And the true mate bond with Darius called to her like a siren song from the future summit. She dressed for the day in another elegant gown, the perfect Luna mask firmly back in place. But inside, the queen was rising. The whispers in the dark had only just begun.