Black Clover Demon Novels & Stories

I pry my eyes open to see her grey finger pointing towards Nova. “You keep your filthy fucking mitts off her, demon bitch!” I growl with venom as I push myself up and stagger to my feet. As the white-cloaked she-demon turns around to face me from across the craft, she raises her hands and lowers the hood of her cloak, revealing herself.

“There’s something amiss here.” Clara crossed the road at the traffic crossing and went into the café. It was very quiet inside due to the off-peak time with no visible customers and the seating area was separated into booths. That suited her purpose. She sat at the back of the café and turned to Caiden. “What’s wrong?” she asked quietly. “There is a demon attached to one of them. He appeared when you walked past them,” Caiden told her in a tense tone. Clara gasped in surprise. She had never expected one of the bullies to also have a demon at their side. Why was one of them contracted to a demon?

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

“Smiter, I am bored. I think I will kill you now.” “Stop talking and do it already!” The demon smiled in a crooked smile, “As you wish,” and reached out to claw Scott as he began to dive through the air. Scott dove low under the extended arm and claw as the scorcher demon made the first move. he went straight in—low, closing the angle—his claymore blade long, using the line straight for the head. First cut across the face, “shit!” The cut wasn’t deep enough. The demon didn’t blink. It snapped at the steel, and only then did it seem irritated.

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”

Still, they were beyond Dark Slayer territory now. Jayden’s reach couldn’t touch them here. Or so she thought. A sharp cry cut through the quiet. Jo’s head snapped up — Mina was dangling upside down, gripped by a tall figure cloaked in roiling black shadows. No... not shadows. Dark clouds. Demonic clouds. Familiar. Too familiar. "Tempera Arcadia," Jo whispered fiercely, casting protective shields around Lucy and Daya. The demon dropped Mina carelessly, turning his gleaming eyes on Jo.

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but what I see on the header is beyond my basic reason. “Soul contract,” I read aloud questioningly. “What does that mean?” He doesn’t respond so I keep reading. The official contract between the human soul giver and the demon, Logan. This agreement shall be signed or stamped on the basis that the soul giver understands and confirms the following terms: Party A: I declare myself of sound physical and mental health, and in the perfect state of mind to comprehend the understated requirements and conditions. I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement.

With fluid precision he shifted us aside before the dagger could touch him, pushing me out towards the bedroom door so I could escape. But I couldn't leave him here alone to face the attacker. I stayed just in case I could help. Dravon's eyes turned black. His demon side took over. The attacker, oblivious to this fact, launched himself at Dravon again, the dagger in his hand. Dravon standing still, caught the attacker hand mid air as he tried to stab him. He held it so tight that the attacker's hand trembled, dropping the dagger to the floor. The attacker, in a bid to free himself, used his free hand to bring out a silver sharp knife to stab Dravon at his side.