Zenon Black Clover Novels & Stories

Chapter Two: The Sanguine Ascent Dawn didn't break over the island – it bled. A jagged line of red sliced through the horizon, lighting up the Obsidian Ridge. The heat was already a physical weight pressing against my chest. I stood at the base of the trail wearing a matte – black tactical suit that clung to my skin like a second layer of armour. On my wrist, the haptic band glowed a steady, menacing blue. Beside me, the competition was a study in panic. Sloane checked her boots with cold precision. Xavier was sweating through his shirt. And then there was Brent.

“Please, Zeno. Though the assassin was taken from the dark web… knowing how crazy Mr. Black is, he might get to me soon. And I don't want that… all I need is a few of your men to protect me.” Zeno let out a soft laugh. “Look at the way you're shivering, Moore,” he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze turning cold. “You ruined my plan. I was supposed to act swift, light, and unpredictable. But now you've let Mr. Black know something is coming. Just last night, he sent a finger of a bitch… which means he knows I'm here for him.” “Zeno—” “Quiet,” Zeno snapped, his lips parting as if to yell or scold, but no words came out. So he simply stood. “I shall take my leave, Moore.”

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

“Like the beginning of something that isn’t just about war.” “It is,” Declan replied. He didn’t say more. He didn’t need to. Kailee Blackstone arrived at dusk on the third day. The sentries spotted her first — a streak of gold cutting through the trees with unmistakable speed, dust and leaves scattering in her wake. Zayden followed close behind, his stride powerful and measured, eyes already tracking the perimeter with a soldier’s instinct honed by too many nights spent guarding what little safety remained. They were travel-worn, cloaks torn and darkened with sweat and ash, exhaustion clinging to them in a way neither training nor pride could fully conceal.

Her eyelids squeezed tight as a drop of tear rolled down, never letting any of her memories abandon her. Cluster of footsteps thuds incoherently towards the communal room. Zaden is infuriating, ready to kill, to rip apart anyone in front of them. His anger radiated to the whole leader's pack as they anchored themselves for an attack. But, they were disarmed when his own father, Draven Black emerged at the concrete curb. A series of familiar faces followed him. Draven's own leader's pack and his brother, Zeus– the entire special force of the elderly village. Each one glazed with hatred and furrowed frown, baffling Zaden for a second.

"Ben, listen to me first. Listen to me first. It's not ours will be done in the subdivision. Nor is it innocent to run and look up. How to describe? Her lips are pinkish, she looks like a girl, but it's a bit thick but it's not uncomfortable to look at, then her eyebrows are thick, the color of her eyes is also black- like blackest of the blackest. My eyes widened and I looked at Klea, she also looked at me with a hint of surprise. Can't...ZACH IS A DIAVRO TOO?! AND HE WAS THE ONE WHO LET THE DIAVROS IN EARLIER?! Did he do some incantation so I can't feel the Diavro?!

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

It was no wonder that the mysterious Chronos Grass was worthy of being called the treasure of Heaven and Earth. Zephyr immediately felt his mind become so much clearer after a few seconds of consuming it. He could sense a certain keenness to his soul as his perception became more accurate. Although his eyes were tightly shut, he could sense everything that was happening around him as he used his four other senses.

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”.