Black Clover Demon Novels & Stories

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ

The male voice was filled with authority, making me wonder who could speak in such a manner to an Alpha, and even worse, to our proud and reckless Alpha. “It’s already done, Elijah! My Beta mind-linked me to tell me they are already here,” Alpha Blake replied, and on cue, Beta Roger opened the door. My whole body trembled as I looked at the man who was ordering Alpha Blake around. He wasn’t a werewolf, or at least not a normal one. His eyes were completely black while dark vapours leaked from him —he must be a demon.

“But we’ll tell him when we go back to L’impasse des Ombres.” I nodded again, my mind drifting back to what he’d said to me. I really hoped he had no plans of pushing through with whatever he had in mind. The door creaked open again, and Demon entered the ward. He looked like he had just taken a shower—his damp black hair clinging messily to his forehead. He was in black outfits as usual, looking handsome like he’d just stepped out from a magazine. With his hair sticking on his forehead, he looked more innocent, like a high school boy who knew nothing but maths.

"The Demon Buffalo Sect in Black Mountain is here! Give me back the life of my son!" Manic laughter suddenly came from the horrible black clouds all over the sky. Demon bodies as huge as mountains loomed in the black clouds of Demon Aura and thousands of demons gathered around. The horrible light beam shot out of huge scarlet eyes, which resembled pools of blood, and finally fell on the ground.

I had carefully maintained my body while I was in the crescent pack house, that was my number one mission, to come back and destroy Ava in my own body. How callous can a father be? I chuckled. My demon would not let me act as a father. This was who I am. A blood sucking venomous demon and indeed it was hard for me to change my ways. I would never be able to change my ways. This was me. This was who I am. I am Clark Forest, the demon king. Feared among the supernatural and the humans. Now that I have my body back, it was time to destroy Ava Nicholas and all her household and everything she loves. I burst into an evil laughter.

The tunnel wasn't meant for breathers, it had once sealed in the corrupted and the lost, but I knew it would lead me where I needed to go. I stood as the roots peeled away, making space for me. But before I could descend, a sound snapped my head up. Hooves. Not paws. Not claws. Hooves of flame and smoke, pounding toward the den like thunder. Then a roar, not wolf. Not even warg. A demon. "No..." My voice cracked. The Blackwolves surged forward, no longer snarling but chanting, as if his presence had tethered them to order. Or madness.

The trio surveyed the clouds as a tacit understanding lead to them vanishing into a thin smoke. In the crow forest, the demon girl appeared. The trees that wilted and dried up are now drenched in fresh blood. The crows on the branches let out a cry of joy. It seems like they are in a feast with many corpses laying in the ground. Dev wrinkled her brow as she instantly activated her clairvoyant spell. It took a moment before she finally saw what happened before her. A thousands of troops marching towards the bloody mountain as the whole army was led by a person who look exactly like the Demon Queen.

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come.