Black Clover Beast Magic Novels & Stories

"What are you trying to do?" "What can I do?" Clayton shrugged. "I'm just a lowly beastkin." No sooner had the words left his mouth than he lunged at Salem. Terrified, Salem instantly shifted into his beast form. The black wolfhound instinctively lunged at Clayton, its sharp teeth sinking viciously into his arm. Clayton was knocked into the coffee table, shattering it with a sharp crack as glass shards scattered across the floor. Salem was stunned. He wasn't expecting Clayton's move to be a feint.

Sweat beaded on Meredith’s temples as she watched. I lifted my head, feeling the slow slide of his hold slipping away. “I’m not fighting you,” I said quietly. Light erupted from my chest—not fire, not lightning, but a silver burst. It flowed outward through the black veins, washing away the darkness. Hybrids gasped as if surfacing from underwater. Black drained from their eyes. Chains of blood magic shattered like glass. Meredith flinched as the spell collapsed.

Their clicking screeches are silenced as the Beast simply inhales them, consuming their residual sprite magic in massive, greedy gulps. ​...Liora... Aria, fight... fight the hunger... ​The Beast’s primal urge is a tidal wave, crashing over my desperate attempts to hold onto myself. My vision is a blur of red and void-black. I feel the absolute, raw power humming in these shadow-claws, the intense desire to tear Lirien’s head from her shoulders. ​Suddenly, the western wall of the glade-vein, already compromised by the previous explosion, violently caves in.

The bird-beastman, stunned by her boldness, hesitantly confirmed, “Are you sure you want it all?” Clar nodded firmly. This small bag won’t even be enough for my family. The bird-beastman was so moved by her sincerity, he nearly cried, “This entire bag... just 50 black beast crystals.” Clar was amazed by the price. She immediately turned to Luna and said, “Luna, give him 50 blue beast crystals.” Mabel, who had been standing by, was astonished by the amount, “Clar, that’s too much!”

But despite the limited information provided in the pages, she knew the concept behind it could work. "Blood magic. We could use blood magic to lure it out—" It was Errant's turn to silence the room. "Absolutely not! That is forbidden magic used by the dark witches of old. We cannot— I will not allow its use within the borders of this realm!" Astasha scoffed. "So instead, you would cut open the Prince and attempt to rip the demon out through his soul? What kind of a man do you think would be left? How is that any better, any safer than the magic used—"

That sent the demon screaming into the pits of Hell. The Shamans watched in amazement as Bella's magic continued to send the Shadow Beast back from where he came from, her tiny voice chanting an ancient incantation that echoed through the valley. Finally, with a last, defeated roar, the Shadow Beast dissipated into nothingness. As the darkness receded, I gazed at my belly in wonder, feeling a deep connection to my powerful baby. "I'm so proud of you, Bella," Rose StormCloud said, tears of pride streaming down her face with her hand on my belly.

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.

I can still demolish you with my might. Dark energy erupted from Anabella, causing the earth underneath them to quiver. The power of her magic was weighing down on Dominick like a hurricane. She called out a shadow beast, a monstrous, dreadful beast made from the same blackness that had engulfed the forest. It swung its claws out at Dominick as its luminous eyes met his. Dominick was forced to protect himself. He ducked the creature's blow, his claws cutting through the air as his Lycan form blazed with strength. As it struggled to overpower him, the twisted beast's shape flickered in and out of existence as it shrieked.

"Isn't this rain lasting a little too long?" Felix held me close, frowning slightly. Beastmen were always sharp—his instincts were sounding the alarm. I nodded. Fortunately, we had reinforced the power system earlier. Otherwise, with rain this heavy, a blackout would have been a real problem. "Honey, should we go take a look outside?" I blinked. "How?" "By flying, of course." He ruffled my hair, murmured something under his breath, and suddenly—wings unfurled across his back.

The Vale’s safety beat like a second heart inside him, and that heart threatened to break free. Zara climbed to his side, her hair streaming black as ink against the darkening horizon. Her palm glowed faintly, the bloodroot’s scar still pulsing where she had claimed it. Magic hummed in her skin, drawn by the eclipse like a tide. She reached for him without hesitation, as if touching him might keep the world from unraveling. “Maxim,” she said, voice soft but steady despite the chaos behind them. “The time is now.” He turned, eyes burning gold, Beast-shadow flickering in his pupils. His jaw worked before words came. “If I let it free, Zara, I might not return. You know what it wants—blood, dom