Witch Queen Black Clover Novels & Stories

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

Esmeray was trapped inside a coffin. "Help! Help! I can't breathe in here!", she screamed. But nobody dared to open the coffin. Afterall, they didn't want to go against the Lore king, as she was his sacrificial bride. If there weren't any holes in tue coffin, she would have been dead, long gone. Finally they arrived at the palace of Maleficium. The Lore king was sitting on his chair, with legs crossed and waiting for his sacrificial bride. The people left the coffin there and rushed out, as soon as they were done. If they had looked into his eyes, they would have turned to stone. The Lore king came slowly to the coffin and opened it. Esmeray took in a deep breath, she was finally able to bre

Without another word, she went out of the suffocating room, leaving the men on tenterhooks and vexed. As she was walking away, her ears were ringing, and she couldn't seem to gauge her anger... She will surely show them what a true beast can do. . . "So it is true, the queen possesses the black wolf of an alpha." alpha Vladir said of the Skuvzki pack. "She will make a great queen," Alpha Justin of the Crystal Pack said. "Why kill, sir Marvin?" Some of the men argued for a while while he was trying to ponder what she had done.

He stepped closer, but she raised her hand not to touch him, but to point at the papers. “This family… this empire… has always been ruled by men blinded by pride. That’s why Julian is dead. That’s why I wear black at a wedding.” Her voice sharpened, cold as glass. “I will not rest until every stone of the Delwunco legacy bends to me.” Ruben studied her, realizing he wasn’t standing beside a grieving mother anymore. He was standing before a queen sharpening her crown with blood. And for the first time, he didn’t know if he was her partner or her first sacrifice.

The moon loomed low over the mountains, casting silver light upon the obsidian spires of the Vampire Kingdom. The black stone of Castle Umbra shimmered under the stars as Queen Vantessa, sovereign of the witches, arrived unannounced at its gates. Her violet cloak billowed in the chill wind as her guards remained at the threshold, leaving her to ascend the grand staircase alone.

The Blood Moon Pack's crescent was engraved in a bracelet wrapped around her wrist, just like we had done for Mateo and Tony. Mateo looks at me confused; though he's four, he's wise for his age, but there are things that even he thinks are outrageous, just like the lavished ceremony that Elena and mom, Elora, throw every year for his birthday. "We present our next queen, Abigail Black, and heiress in line, Miss Autumn Marie Black, accompanied by the gentleman, Alpha Hunter Black, our young masters, Anthony and Mateo Black," an announcer says as we stand by the entrance to the grand ballroom.

Every feral wolf in the manor had been unleashed. "Chloe!" Liam stared at her in disbelief. "Are you insane? You'll get us all killed!" "Kill you?" Chloe laughed, a high, manic sound. "So what? With this artifact, the Black Claw Syndicate will make me a queen. They'll give me wealth and power you couldn't even dream of, Liam!" As she spoke, she backed toward a hidden door in the corner, from which the faint whine of another small aircraft could be heard. "Did you really think I loved you, Liam?" Her voice dripped with venom. "You're a fool with nothing to offer but an empty title. An Alpha in name only."

Her eyes—slanted, black-ringed, pale lilac at the core—burned with intelligence and a grief so sharp it bordered on madness. This was Seraphina, Mira’s older sister. She looked nothing like her. Her power is immense—Mira’s sister. The Witch-Queen. There was something familiar in her scent—faint, unmistakable traces of Mira woven into something colder, more profound, as if she had absorbed what remained. “You feel it,” the Queen said softly. Her voice carried without effort. “Good. Then you understand why I am here.” One witch trembled. “The light that touched us—”