Novel & Cerita Beast Magic Black Clover

Originally, Ben went to look at the place where his beast-father and beast-mother were buried, but the one who arrived before him was a beastman covered entirely in black, whose strength was so powerful that even he could not quite fathom it. What he thought was to wait until the black beastman left, and then he would go. He did not expect that the black-clothed man had discovered his aura long ago and easily beat him out of the darkness where he was hidden, so he had no choice but to use his supernatural ability to fight against the black-clothed man.

Then, Caspian turned his wrist over, and the Blood Devouring Magic Bead he took from Brayden's heart appeared in his palm. When Brayden's heart was already squashed, he was still thinking about the Blood Devouring Magic Bead, and he desperately wanted to take it back. Hence, Caspian thought the bead was surely something extraordinary. As for the Blood Devouring Palm that Brayden showed, Caspian also had a bold guess that Brayden used the Blood Devouring Magic Bead to activate the blood magic. After all, when Brayden attacked with the Blood Devouring Palm, the terrifyingly bulging chest left a memorable image in Caspian's mind.

She said wild eyed. I chuckled. “No,” I helped her get up. “Guys, look.” Sil pointed at the wall where the black hole first appeared. A ring formed in the wall, a crowded street was on the other side, as if it was some sort of wormhole or something. No one seemed to be paying us any attention. “The Ackbeth.” Luna said with a smile playing on her lips. The place looked like a normal market. Vendors here and there shouting out what they have. Shoppers with extremely big bags on both their arms.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

They were ready to begin the journey to changing history, even if it meant going through the Beast King himself. No one would stop them. "I hate to interrupt this beautiful moment but...its time, Calliope. The Beast King approaches." Kelsey stated, gesturing up at the sky that had begun to clear, showcasing the moon that was truly at its peak. She was right and they could all feel it as an incredibly powerful being slowly approached where they were. The Beast King Immortal was walking the mortal plane, returning to claim his bride... ***

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

“Before I forget it!” I purse my lips and brace for impact. The instant Klevon increases his magic output and the instant, he tightens his arms around me; I press my palm against the barrier and push my magic point-black into in. It is magic so condensed that it takes the form of a needle–small but very sharp.

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

“My name is Lydia and I’m one of the highest ranks in this castle. I am the beast’s Knight and when I mandate respect, I demand it is given,” “We use chess pieces in this castle to demonstrate power. While the beast is the King, there is no Queen yet. Only the one who breeds a baby for the beast can attain that power.” “Then what are we?” A girl amongst us, asked. “Simply pawns,” “And don’t ever interrupt me when I speak,” Lydia added. The girl shivered in her spot; her head directed down in submission. “Come with me,” Lydia motioned, with her head up high. As she walked, I noticed more of her features. She had a brownish hair that was neatly woven to her mid back. There were also flowery d