Black Clover Demon Novels & Stories

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

A person in a black cloak floats next to the unconscious woman. He looks like the same man who killed Darwin. That black cloak person is the demon from the video. Just the thought of the video brought horrifying images of him into my mind. My whole body went down to the ground. I can never forget those evil eyes taunting me. I felt a chilling sensation as it waved throughout me. I hug myself tight, closing my eyes, wishing this is all just a nightmare: nothing but illusions. But I can't chicken out. I need to save that woman, or else he will hurt her.

The words Lucas the Demon were like a storm that had landed on a sunny day. The three elders and Clark had terrified expressions plastered on their faces. Chloe was smiling coldly. She stared at Lucas and said, "You think that you're Lucas the Demon just because you claim to be Lucas the Demon himself?"

Alpha Connor asked, feeling a bit relieved as they were getting the solution to what they needed. "It is a trio clover leaf which is rare to find in the forest. Just showing the clover leaf to your Luna will make the demon inside her to feel uncomfortable and then the demon would be forced to come out of her. At that time, we would have a barrel of water that would magnetize the demon into it and it is done." She explained further, with gestures that made us understand better. "Okay, we'll be back soon." Alpha Connor assured as he tapped Hadrulph for them to leave.

Only the demon often interferes in his feelings and stopping him from getting his happy life. “Don’t look at her like that. Look at Chloe. She’s beautiful,” the demon said. Daven walked to the bath without paying attention to that. He opened the tap and sat inside the tub. “You’re not listening to me,” “I am listening… but I don’t want to act like how you wish,” Daven retorted. “The blood moon is going to arrive soon, on that day you have to mate with Chloe or kill her. You have to do either one of this,” the demon said.

She had been a pain in the ass since I'd first saved her. "I'm serious, Bo. What is that?" Clara pointed up in the sky. Rolling my eyes at her, I reluctantly turned to see what she was pointing at. There high in the sky, but plummeting quickly, was the familiar figure of a demon. No, not just one demon. An army of them. Fuck! "Clara, get inside," I snapped. "What's wrong?" she craned her neck to stare at the black dots. She wasn't a trained warrior like I was. I shouldn't be annoyed at her, but damn it I was.

The black-robed man was named the Devouring Demon. He was not exactly a living being and was more accurately described as a being that straddled the border between life and death. The Devouring Demon was confident he could kill everyone since the competition lasted for 30,000 years. Within this period, none of the powerhouses on Mount Chaos could enter the Ancient Realm. He was sure he could wipe out the creatures that entered the Sky Islands before the end of the competition.

"I imagine so. Which is not good." "Is he the Demon Dax mentioned he hated?" I ask. I want to believe that this man, Keo, who Oliver told me about, was some fictitious over-exaggeration of what a Demon is believed to be. "He is. He's not like most Demon's, killing without mercy, and on an impossibly large scale," Kastriv explains, confirming my worst fears. He is real. Kastriv himself has seen him in person. How horrifying. "He's a murderer?"

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

The demon was thrilled for two extremely powerful spiritual pressures coming after him, and he'd been wanting more excitement ever since his last brawl against Hayze. The excitement trickled away when the demon turned around, disgusted to see two black women as his opponents. "Sending monkeys after me is one thing... but just tell me ya ain't that Tubman monkey." The Hooded Demon's deep accent expressed hatred, his red spiritual aura began to expand with his anger. "I was expecting that boy from last time." Harriet coughed up a soft chuckle, giving a confident laugh at the demon that eased a few of Phuture's nerves.