Black Clover Demon Novels & Stories

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.

"He's a murderer?" Kastriv rubs his gloved hands together, looking up through the canopy. "More than that. He's destroyed villages full of people just because we pushed him too far. And none of us have been able to catch him, he's elusive." "What if he comes to kill me?" I circle my arms over my stomach, trying not to succumb to my rising nasuea succumb "He won't kill another Demon. But his blood is the closest to pure on this planet. Not entirely, but enough to be incredibly dangerous," Kastriv tells me.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.” I want to scream out my frustration. Him pointing out how awkward that is only makes it even more embarrassing that I just want to throw and hide myself under the cover of my bed. I fought the urge to do that and simply shook my head. “If you’re satisfied with that, tell me this clue that you mentioned.” “Oh, that.” He quickly perks up. “Leviathan is the demon prince of envy, but from your previous life, you already know that his domain is the water, right?”

Sinking to the floor, she closed her eyes. The Black Cliff was plunged into the darkness of the night, illuminated by blinding flashes of lightning. The sea and the sky staged an unspoken battle: the opened whirlpool twisted a lone ship in its grip, high waves rolled noisily onto the shore, hit rocks and protruding reefs. The terrified sailors held on to the masts, but the raging elements flooded the deck, flowed down the cut-water onto a mermaid-amulet carved from wood. From the bright flashes, the face of the sea maiden turned into a grinning mask, and the tail was hidden by another wave, wanting to separate the "wooden mermaid" from the hull and pull it into its arms. Black, impenetrable

4 hours later Democilas, Former Demon Territory The Clover army marched, their canons and mages through the battle ground, where the battle between the Demon army and the Clover Human was to be betided, the sky was clear, refracting the light through all the things, from where it fell. The commander in the charge of the war ordered, " Hey! My soldiers let us win today's war for our King, kill the demons, only humans will live, annihilate the demons! Charge through. " But before they could charge into the Demons, a man or to be specific, a Demon came forward, with the other demons bowing to him, and forewarned the soldiers, " I don't have any intent to fight you, please return our territories

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.

The more distance I had, the better I could prepare for his attacks. Devere righted himself and began to hover. I used Reggie’s glamour to make him think he was seeing me hovering as well. While he was distracted, I called a demon down to take Ford to the dragons. The bleeding was severe and he wasn’t healing. The demon flew away, as I felt an arm slip around my neck.

Mars grabbed one of the demon's wings and growled, "Where the hell do you think you're going, demon? Clara, splash some holy water on this cruel beast." Clara smiled. "It'll be my pleasure." The screams echoed throughout the realm. The demons who were far from Mars and Clara were still slaughtering the other races. An arch-demon suddenly shouted, "Where the hell did you get holy water from?" Mars smirked. "None of your business, demon. Get ready to burn." The demon took flight and yelled, "No way. I'm not going to lose my precious skin." Clara scoffed. "You mean ugly skin!"

the demon countered, pouting grotesquely. “My answer is still no,” I spat out. “Are you, really, sure?” The demon gave me one last chance, its black eyes gleaming with malicious anticipation. My silence was all it needed. “Very well,” the demon said, its voice dark and final. It raised its arm, and an altar appeared out of the thin black smoke. Upon it rested ancient bones. My breath caught in my throat. I hadn’t expected this at all. Anything else, I was prepared for, but not this. The horror in my chest tightened, but I couldn’t look away from the altar.

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.