Black Clover Anti Magic Novels & Stories

“I never wanted to get involved in this fight but even my people are in danger” I frowned. “You can’t do anything about it?” I asked. She shook her head. “We are bound by ancient laws. Our magic should never be intertwined with black magic and so my hands are tied. I cannot fight him directly… but I can help you.” She reached into her cloak and pulled out a glowing crystal. “Use this when you want to fight him… This will protect all of you from the effect of Thrones black magic, but it is only going to slow him down when he finds out, he will destroy it” she said.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Everything happened so fast that night, Claudia failed to notice anything attached to his body or clothing. The thought held a very strong fascination that she went straight to her room just to contact her friend Addison who knows a lot of different things about magic. Well, simply because he's a wizarer— a half wizard and half sorcerer. It's also Addison who's making Blythe's magic lotion— a powerful cream that blocks the sunlight from burning her very sensitive skin. That dude is cool yet a little weird. So whatever Zandro was using to oppose her spell, Addison must know it for sure.

The black stones were pretty and almost as if they were innocent they gleamed without a shame. “How did you do that?” Laverna asked astonished on seeing the stones out so easily. Her surprise were genuine I could tell because I could feel her magic try to push the gems out of my skin but it wouldn’t budge. The black magic it had was really too strong for a normal witch. “That was easy because the stone of Amours was protecting Seff so enhanced and supported my magic to help take out the harmful substance on Seff’s body. It wasn’t a fault with you,” he said giving us a clear view of Seff’s now spotless skin.

Alpha Aric thought to himself, his eyebrows drooping. “Alpha,” Clera called out. Alpha Aric snapped out of his reverie. He turned his head, gazing at Clera with reddened eyes. “I’m listening. So, is the black magic still active in her body?” Clera nodded slowly. “We’ve neutralized part of it, and Luna’s body is fighting hard right now. We’ve increased the dosage of the potion.” “We need some time to administer other potions to Luna. And there’s a good chance that all the contamination in Luna’s body could be completely eliminated,” she continued.

"If you want to save your mother and all that remains of the Nightengale Warriors, I suggest you come with me immediately." "NOOOO!!" Clove cried out. "You can not have her. I won't allow you to leave with my Mira!" As Clove spoke, her eyes started to light up brilliantly and thunder cackled in the heavens. "I will bring down a torrent of hell upon you, Thehmukss!" She hissed as her head snapped back, and she thrust her arms towards the heavens with sparks of energy that flickered at the tips of her fingers.

And from its heart, something began to emerge — a shape woven of shadow and blood, wearing a thousand faces Kaelira once loved and lost. Her knees nearly buckled. “It’s the Echo,” she whispered. “The last remnant of the Black Moon.” It smiled — a cruel, shifting thing. You brought him here, it hissed. How generous. Another vessel to consume. Zevran didn’t flinch. “You’ll choke on me before that happens.” The battle began like a storm breaking open — lightning and steel, magic and fury. Kaelira unleashed her power, the air crackling with blue fire as runes carved themselves across her skin. Zevran moved like a phantom, every strike precise, every step anchored in the rhythm of survival.

Something silver, no doubt. Before Kaynon reached the enemy, he heard the last doors click open and the air seemed to be sucked out of the cramped space. Everyone stopped immediately to turn towards the end of the prison cells. Two small children stood, hand in hand, at the wall with a shimmer of blue and red glittering smoke rising up from around their clasped palms. Cilyna's children were glowing with their power as they gave a war cry, luminous eyes on their targets on the other side of Kaynon that were blocking their exit. When they released each other's hand and clapped their own together the power that they were building together shot out and hit the vampires and hunters at the exit, d