Arcane Stage Black Clover Novels & Stories

See yah next Arc History~ _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER TWENTY- SEVEN ~

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.

Gauge got Mace’s black hair that never behaves, his dimples, his crooked smile, but he got my dark blues. Clay is the same pack man-whore we all know and love. He will never be tamed and I’m glad for it. He’s slept with a quarter of the pack at least and worked his way through an impressive number of wolves in other allied packs out on the road too. That doesn’t even count all the human girls he has wooed, for a night anyway. He is all about free love and will fuck anyone who he finds attractive, whether it be a male or female. At twenty-nine, he is in the prime of his life and lives it to the fullest. He is honest, open about his intentions of no desire to date, and it still doesn’t dissua

Her fingers slipped under his shirt, tracing the firm lines of his chest… … After Homer, Landon, and Aria finished their breakfast the next morning, they piled into a car headed for Mount Southbore. Autumn came early to these mountains. Frost-tinged winds swept through endless stretches of crimson maples, painting the rolling peaks like a canvas splashed with rich, bold colors. The mountain road wound upward like a ribbon, its end lost somewhere in the misty green depths above. That was where the Conclave of the Arcane would be held. A black Bentley rolled to a smooth stop in a wide plaza. The door swung open, and out stepped Homer in arcane robes. His eyes were bright as stars, and his long

“I dare you to show us that hidden talent you mentioned earlier. The one with the light show." Clovis laughed, a sound like silver bells, and suddenly her body burst into a kaleidoscope of neon colors. Her wings began to vibrate so fast they created a literal, shimmering rainbow in the mist above the lagoon. We all cheered, the magic of it momentarily lifting the heavy mood. The game officially kicked off, and as the fairy rum we'd smuggled down started to kick in, the questions got bolder. I noticed Gage looking at Clovis with an expression that wasn't just admiration—it was longing. It was deep, painful, and obvious. I decided to poke the bear. Or the horse-man, anyway.

It’s a trap! He didn’t listen. He lifted his hands, not in attack, but in… offering. Silver light, pure and clean, bloomed from his palms, cascading down the rocky slope toward the Grove floor. It flowed around the watching wolves, harmlessly, seeking the stone of the stage. It reached the edge of the circle just as the Seer’s grey threads were about to pull the last twist of our bond apart. “Anchor.” He yelled to the stone The pale stage stone, charged with ancient magic and Luca’s new plea, shuddered.

Ariana’s POV The wind howled through the narrow alleyways of the Black Moon Clan's hidden village as I clung to the arm of Lucas. We were both disguised as an ordinary couple, our faces concealed by cloaks and hoods, our steps cautious and calculated. The Black Moon Clan was a place shrouded in darkness, a stark contrast to the shimmering beauty of the Silver Moon Clan where we had grown up. The uneasy atmosphere weighed heavily on my heart as we crept past guard posts, our hearts pounding with each step. The key to our infiltration was Beta Marcus, with connections to a peasant couple within the Black Moon Clan. He had provided us with the information and identities we needed to enter unnot

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

Sinking to the floor, she closed her eyes. The Black Cliff was plunged into the darkness of the night, illuminated by blinding flashes of lightning. The sea and the sky staged an unspoken battle: the opened whirlpool twisted a lone ship in its grip, high waves rolled noisily onto the shore, hit rocks and protruding reefs. The terrified sailors held on to the masts, but the raging elements flooded the deck, flowed down the cut-water onto a mermaid-amulet carved from wood. From the bright flashes, the face of the sea maiden turned into a grinning mask, and the tail was hidden by another wave, wanting to separate the "wooden mermaid" from the hull and pull it into its arms. Black, impenetrable