Black Clover Anti Magic Novels & Stories

Radcliff covered his nose in disgust. "You've seen it for yourself! Black magic and demons are between us! Only we can fight demons. Only we can kill the warlock. Only we can protect Magica!” cried Radcliff oration with great enthusiasm. “LONG LIVE RADCLIFF THE FIRE BREATH!” shouted all the sorcerers from the Red Magic Tower while brandishing their fists in the air with burning enthusiasm in response to Radcliff's call. “WHO IS WITH ME?” “US! THE RED SORCERERS!” cried all the sorcerers in a voice that rumbled through the air.

Nick shouted to the group of guardians, and they all moved quickly. I approached Amelie in disbelief and saw her sweating. “What are you doing?” I asked, and she looked at me calmly. “I'm summoning pure celestial magic to counteract her magic,” Amelie said. “If you're smart, you'll find some damn power-nullifying handcuffs and put them on her.” As if Clare had heard, she growled, stood up, and shook the earth. Amelie and I fell, but Clare was quick. With a snap of her fingers, she made the monsters disappear, and then she began to fade away, smiling maliciously. When she finally left, I could see why she was smiling.

It was reclamation. The sky above churned with black clouds, manipulated to cloak our movements. Below it, the invisible veil that hid Moon Shadow pulsed faintly, reacting to our presence. A barrier born of celestial blood. It would not fall easily. I stood at the cliff’s edge, overlooking the flat expanse where the veil shimmered like a heat mirage. I could feel it—the ripple of ancient magic, so thick it tasted metallic on the tongue. This was the spot. I couldn’t see it but the energy I felt in that spot was unmistakable.

“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.

CLOSER… “What is keeping the witches you sent from being undetected?” Mason asked. “Sending 1 or 2 may not set off any alarms, but just to be safe we sent them with a couple of fail safes.” Makayla answered. “First we have cloaked them with a spell that blocks detecting them and their magic.” Makenzy added. “Second, we gave them a powder called Pulverous Memoria.” Makaya continued. “When the powder is inhaled, it can make 1 forget whatever you would like them to forget.” Makenzy finished saying.

The silver poisoning was taking its toll on the Alpha's body. Chloe cleared her throat and I looked up from Tor's embrace. She raised an eyebrow as she held out a cup of tea. "I'm afraid you won't be getting out of this visit without drinking one of my brews," she said with a smirk. Tor narrowed his eyes at her and then at the mug in her hand. "What kind of foul business is this?" he asked, his nose crinkling. "It is my own brew, actually. A silver poisoning antidote made from dried moonflowers, yellow dock, and witch hazel. Plus of course, a bit of magic," she finished, giving me a wink.

His ash-gray eyes flared with a blinding, terrifying ring of molten gold, fixing instantly on the figure standing in the doorway. "Seize him!" the alpha’s voice roared, echoing off the high stone ceiling with a lethal, commanding force that made my knees shake. Half a dozen armed guards drew their silver-forged blades and rushed forward like a pack of hunting wolves closing in on their prey. The cloaked stranger didn't even flinch. He let out a low, musical chuckle that carried clearly across the silent hall. With blinding, unnatural speed, he whipped back his cloak, his hands moving in a fluid, complex motion. A sudden, blinding flash of brilliant blue light—the exact same color as the heal

"That's my choice! I don't need you to care. I don't need you to interfere. Let me go." I stepped closer, fury brewing in me. "You have no clue what you're endangering," I growled. "This isn't just about you." She gave me a sharp look. "What's that supposed to mean?" I stared at her, my voice lowering but strained. "Alpha Blake's pack. They're spell-proof, Clara. Do you get it? Spell-proof. They can free themselves from magic. I saw it myself." Her eyes widened slightly, shock flickering before she forced her expression back into normal. "That's impossible."

They treat me as their god, their creator. However, I was shocked when Clara finally embraced our race, black magic. Yes, that's right! You're turning to the dark side, Clara. I will nurture your hatred even more so that you can become like me. Perhaps I was wrong to judge you and assume that you were like your mom. Soon, you will be like me. Just direct your anger towards me. I just need a little more push. I should have made you angrier. Soon, all you will feel is anger, and the dark magic will overflow into your body. Mixing with your white blood and completely dominating it until there is no trace of white blood will be seen.

Draven quizzed. “Because your antecedent created this darkness and you're the only option we have. Get the job done,” Nevada said as she struck the dagger on the ground taking steps backward. “Chloe, the ingredients.” Nevada urged. Chloe passed her some gold potions, a powder, and chalk. She poured the liquid potion on the dagger which was fixed to the ground while she sprayed the powders around it before drawing a large circle around the dagger with the symbol of the magic of Irvine around it. She whispered some words and the symbol she drew glowed gold while she smirked.