Beast Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

My mental awareness pushed into him and we gained control of our rampant breathing before we inhaled deep, leapt, and plunged into the bleak water where the other half of our soul had descended. The Beast followed an innate sensation in the water, like a scent trail, only instead of seeking out the scent of Bri, he followed the fade of her magic’s aura through the water; it was a violet and green sheen that was fading fast. When we finally caught up with her, she was drifting down into the dark energy of the pool. Three of my kicks, and she had sunk the dark tendrils coming around her; I propelled myself to make a grasp for her before it was too late.

“They’re circling.” A thunderous growl tore through the stillness. From the shadows, it emerged, an elite magic beast, hulking and grotesque. Its chitin glistened with black magic, and its horns curved like blades. Eyes glowing crimson locked directly on Aaron. "Move-!" Victor shouted. The beast lunged. But Aaron hadn’t frozen, he’d already sidestepped, blade raised. Yet Victor was faster. In a flash of metal and instinct, Victor leapt between them, driving his sword directly into the beast’s open jaws.

And at that moment, Claire let out an ear-shattering scream. Jocelyn did nothing as her granddaughter howled and rolled away in pain. She simply sat back and let the magic do its work. May Arthur, Claire’s birth mother, had done a good job with her spell. She had locked Claire’s magic away in order to keep her out of Jocelyn’s hands. And now to break it, the Priestess had to break the young hybrid. The bloodroot was only the first part. She had to bring the vampiress to the brink so that the protection spell would rear its head; the spell was made to keep Claire away from Jocelyn’s magic, so she had to be exposed to inordinate amounts of it. Only then could Jocelyn’s far superior abilities u

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.

He just found a perfect opening against Beelzebub. “Wait, what is happening? Lotus was able to stop King Beelzebub through his Mind Magic. Impossible!” the announcer unbelievably stated. Caya moved her one foot backwards and jumped on the air, away from their opponent. Beelzebub started to clench his fist, aiming it himself. But we were all taken aback when a tremendous dark blue aura engulfed him, making a tornado. Then, it vanished quickly.

“Magical enhancement, most likely. Bodywork. I told you the Ammons were getting cozy with the coven, didn't I? It’s easy enough to find a human thrall and pump their body with magic. It ultimately destroys the flesh— humans are too fragile to have such power move through them after all— but for the period while the puppet is active, it can serve it’s function.” I nodded grimly casting another glance at the body. “Clean it up.” I said to my men and then turned away with her, leaving Duke to oversee my orders. We walked in quiet then, heading back to the manor. I was deep in my head again and had almost forgotten she was beside me when she spoke. “You’ve changed.” She murmured in that cryptic,

He growled. Of course the turd fled. But only after mumbling how lucky she was that he went out with her. She stood next to her booth watching with a great deal of humor as the area's most eligible bachelor ran out like his butt was on fire. After the door closed, she turned to look at her "knight in shining armor." What she saw caused her to gulp. He wasn't pretty by any means. But there was a ruggedness to him that was incredibly sexy. His hair was long and he had enough ink that she could see it coming up above his t-shirt collar. He had the brightest green eyes she had ever seen and hair so black it looked blue in the light. He wasn't old, but he wasn't a young man either. Tall, with a

"Now tell me, am I still looking cute to you?" He asked with his deep voice filled with darkness. He smirked when I looked stunned at him. He leaned down on my stiff body. His lips hovered over mine before pulling me into his another heavenly kiss. His lips moved hungrily like he was set on eating me out for dinner, showing me his dominant side. His inner beast was taking over him as he started to release the knots of my dress hungrily while my hands went to grab his neck and shoulder to hold onto him desperately. "Should I stop or do you want me to continue?"

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

Splinters of wood struck my face as three men in black leather burst through the ruined frame. I stumbled backward, knocking over a jar of crushed rose petals, the delicate flowers scattering across the floor like drops of blood. “Sena Thorne?” The largest man stepped forward, his hand resting on a wicked-looking blade. “By order of the Crown Authority, you’re under arrest for practicing illegal magic.” “Wait—” I raised my hands, silver light flickering instinctively around my fingers. “I can explain—” “None of that now.” The second man produced shackles that gleamed with an oily, unnatural sheen. “We do not need your explanation and don’t think of trying any of your witch tricks else we’ll