Beast Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

“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.

They rolled him around until he sat on the floor, his whole body trembling from head to foot. The man—if he could be called that—was filthy, his clothes shredded and caked in dirt. His skin was too pale, almost translucent in the evening glow, and veins spiderwebbed sickly beneath it. His pupils were blown wide, giving him a feral, half-crazed look. I sniffed again and sure enough, I could sense the human... but there was something else. Something twisted and rotten like death and dark magic. It made me even tenser. “What the hell is he?” muttered Jorah, one of the Gamma’s beside me.

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

And then— Before they could do anything more, the barrier shattered. The golden and violet barrier exploded outward, and dissipated into nothing. The beast stood in the center, completely free. His massive black form was even more terrifying in the full moon. The shadows around him writhed more violently than ever. His red-black eyes scanned the area. Then they locked onto me. My blood ran cold. “Contain it! Now!” Mama Felz shouted. Both she and Hazel thrust their hands forward. Golden and violet magic shot out, forming glowing chains that wrapped around the beast. He roared, thrashing violently against them.