All Spirit In Black Clover Novels & Stories

Alex ordered before sprinting toward the lake. ​Without a second thought, Alex dove into the water and swam rapidly toward the bottom, searching desperately for Scarlett. The darkness and the cold didn't stop him, and finally, he saw a figure: the gorgon Zafira, coiling around Scarlett and squeezing tight, trying to drown her.

Empress Heidi was delighted as she nodded her head and smiled at Darryl. "I'm counting on you." Darryl grinned in return. "Yes, Your Ladyship." After a few minutes, Darryl and Cloud Spirit left the bed chamber. When they were outside the bed chamber, Cloud Spirit returned to her usual self and spat coldly, "Hey! The purpose of going to the Black Swamp is to retrieve the Ghost Spirit Herb. Other than that, don't even think about instructing me to do anything else."

There were 5 types of spirits in total distinguished by colors, in ascending order, according to their respective powers — pink, blue,yellow, green and purple spirits. The first was 'pink spirits' or in other words the most normal and common spirits found in that world. Pink spirits were called 'The spirits of defense', indeed as the name suggests, the spirits could manifest different kinds of barriers, walls or even a sphere but no larger than 5-metres radius.

Claire had her handgun poised at the Spiritwalker right in front of the desk. But handguns can't kill Spiritwalkers. They just injure them enough so they get angry. The shadow screeched and rushed over with celerity, leaving a gust of wind behind. I fumbled to grab my shotgun. Another 'bang' followed. 'Bang. Bang. Bang.' I looked up just in time to see the Spirit crash into Claire. She flew back into the door with a supernatural speed and slumped over onto the floor. Blake stood over her and then dropped suddenly, landing right on top of her crumpled body at his feet.

It’s like they could run away from you but command a tree to fall right at your post. Lucianna threw her hand midair, just above Natyaramona’s chest and a beaming orange smoke emerged from her hand. Everyone took a step back when Natyaramona gasped loudly, her eyes vented open with her pupils now red. “It was successful!” my aunt exclaimed. Two of my other cousins - those who also almost successfully transitioned - abruptly came to us and helped Natyaramona up. “B-blood…” Natyaramona asked, louder this time.

“If that light goes out, so do I.” For a heartbeat she didn’t move. Then, softly: “Then stay close.” The words hung between them, fragile as the air they shared. Somewhere deep below, the Cradle’s pulse quickened—as if amused by their defiance, or moved by it. Above the metallic tree, a single leaf detached and drifted down. When it hit the ground, it melted into light, leaving behind a faint symbol scorched into the stone: a sparrow. Zevran saw it first. “Our friend again.”

All I can do now is gain the knowledge that I need because having knowledge is key. Both of them worked together like they were synced together, going over a set of arms or around the other. Watching closely to watch Alleys magic would do. "That's it! Oh no wait that didn't work." Pythia grumbled. "I think we are onto something though. The white and dark magic are fighting against each other, one is trying to gain control over the other." Alley said, looking down at a tester tube. "I think if I use a little more spirit it'll get us the results that are needed give me a second." Alley whispered, closing her eyes. The air around us picked up a little bit before she opened her eyes and they wer

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

"Sacrificial vessels? They're being turned into...sacrificial vessels by the Demon World?" "If they're still linked to the World Tree, the Demons could be siphoning its life force forever! How will the Celestial Realm ever recover?" Amidst the seething crowd, Lila said, "They chose this path themselves. You have no right to accuse Mentor Rein and Mentor Calder!" "Alright, we'll leave them out of this. Let's focus on you." Her senior instructor stepped up. "We were sorting out potions, and you said you needed a break. So how did you end up at Green Lake?"

“Then we’ll just have to be faster.” By dawn, we were already on the move again. The mountain range stretched endlessly before us, every ridge sharper than the last, each step echoing with exhaustion. The path narrowed as we descended into the valley below, where the air grew warmer and thick with mist. Strange black flowers bloomed along the cliffsides—flowers that glowed faintly blue when touched by the sun. Aaron stopped to pluck one. “Well, at least the apocalypse has nice landscaping.” Sylra smacked his hand. “Those are soul blooms. They grow on the graves of forgotten spirits.”