Zenon Black Clover Novels & Stories

He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat. “Flynn, I want you to find any group that has the symbol of a black crow.” He immediately commanded the young man. Flynn took out his laptop and began tapping on the keyboard. His hands were moving so fast on the keyboard. Hyde was in deep thought when the ringing of his phone cut him off. He left the window and picked up the call. “Well hello there, I didn’t think you’re still alive.” A familiar deep gravelly voice stunned the young man. He was nailed to his position and his breathing started to become unsteady. He’s definitely sure it was the man who killed his parents.

That's why he needed blood transfusions, specifically Qyren Blood. 'And I just happened to have it. Everything matches up now! Zeke is part of the Black Sun. That's why he knew Kaldor, and why he knew Kaldor's movements too.' Evan finally pieced all the clues together and uncovered Zeke's true nature. 'My instincts about him were right all along. Zeke is an extremely cold-blooded, ruthless man who'll stop at nothing to get what he wants. Hazel, Roxanne, Anya, you've all been so good to him, constantly revolving around him. You're complete idiots.

Chloe had long since learned that challenging Xavier’s patience was a gamble she couldn't win. She stood in the center of the floral display, the sun a relentless weight against her neck. Butler White had brought her herbal heatstroke medicine, but the thick, bitter liquid did nothing to cool the fire raging in her blood. Her clothes were drenched in sweat, clinging to her skin as her breathing became shallow and jagged. The vibrant colors of the garden began to bleed into a muddy gray, and the world tilted violently.

The elder, heart aching, still had to ask, "Are you sure this will stop them from unleashing chaos?" "It's made from the World Tree. Their connection's cut, so they can't." That was the reply. The Demons' commander scoffed and said, "You're harsh with your own wives. Almost admirable, in a demonic way." "The Twin Blossoms of Ruin deserve nothing less," Rein said. Blood tears fell from my eyes; my every memory of Rein turned to dust and echoes. However, even with their research, those two harbored doubts. So, Rein leaned in close and whispered, "This is just to buy time. I swear I'll come to the Demon World to save you."

When she walked in to the loving area, the first thing her mind registered was the pungent scent of rusted metal—no—blood. There he was in the middle of it. He was unbuttoning his stained dress shirt with a cold but calm demeanor. His expression was blank and he looked like a demon ascended straight from hell. His black leather shoes were sole deep in the pool of blood that that at his feet. Rain stopped in her tracks and a scream lodged in her throat. Alexander took the shirt off and handed it over to Enzo who stood right next to him. Enzo’s expression mirrored Alexander’s . They both peered down at the scene in front of them, one Rain knew Alexander had created.

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

The Crimson Eclipse had passed, but the phantom pain from Sofia’s earlier backlash was still humming in his nerves like a hornet. "The jasmine is fine, Zilo. You’re simply overstimulated from the ritual’s failure," Klaus Blackwell replied, not looking up from the ancient ledger he was studying. He sat across from Zilo, his expression a mask of clinical indifference. "Your senses are misfiring. It’s a common side effect of a psychic snap. Give it a few days, and the world will return to its proper proportions." "It’s not just the smell," Zilo muttered, his brow furrowing as he looked at the moon. "The light is wrong. It’s flickering. Do you hear that? That rhythmic clicking? Like metal hittin

Then, the black magician again stretched out his right hand and began to reveal thick black smoke that suddenly spread around Zeno's body. "Unlucky!" In the mind of Zeno who seemed to be looking around, the man really couldn't see anything. The man's vision was covered with black mist. Until suddenly Zeno felt someone kick him from behind. Causing the man to stumble forward, nearly falling off balance, the kick he received was powerful. "Tch!" Zeno sighed in distaste. Inside Zeno, he was annoyed. Then, again the man received a sudden attack from behind. Zeno's short hair was grabbed by someone so that he almost knocked him down, but Zeno tried to keep his balance.

After all, Xavia had a noble title now and there were inevitably lawless people. Nathan’s words made Zivon’s lax face tighten once again. The photos that he saw at that time flashed through his mind and the air around his body was extremely cold. He stood his big and tall figure up. “Go to the mansion and bring Blackie here.” Blackie. It was a pureblooded wolfhound that Zivon had raised privately. It was big, black, extremely fierce and had a keen sense of smell. It used to live with Zivon. Not only did it accompany Zivon, but it also protected him. After that, when Zivon had Maison, he was worried that Blackie might hurt Maison, so he left Blackie back at the old mansion.

KYLE RYLE DIONNE The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero.