Black Clover Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

Demonica said and she closed her eyes and I see these certain dark scary woman showing as Demonica glitches as if she is in a video game. “Show me the darkness deep inside, let the darkness bring out everyone’s dark secrets and let the darkness devours everyone’s heart. Awesh agatarahem elohem ahenemo.” Demonica like a spell and the dark cloud starts to widen then disperses leaving some glittery shinning black dust that is thrown to everyone. “What is happening?” I utter in confusion as that glittery black us fall around everyone. I watch as everyone suddenly begins to struggle but then there is this dark aura starting to cover their body.

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 didn’t consider that. Sorry. Please hold out your arm.” Clara held out her left arm. It was perfectly unscathed, with no cut marks. The old cigarette burns from her bullies weren’t there either. It was a nice sight. She looked up to see the demon pulling out a knife from his cloak and knew her arm wasn’t going to be unscathed for long. He slashed his arm and held it over her arm with the blood dripping down. “I’m going to cut your arm now, you can close your eyes if you like,” he announced. “This part is the bonding ritual.”

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

Cosmic Darkness is not a good choice in this kind of situation. “Dark Celestial-Divine Magic: Dark Knights!” I shouted and then, I pointed my celestial weapon that had turned into scepter to the swarm of lowly demons. Many knights wearing heavy metal black armors appeared on the air simultaneously and they came with black Pegasus. They attacked the enemies nonstop, slashing them from everywhere until those demons become smithereens of black ashes.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

"I feel flattered to have you remember my name" The shock on his face vanished and a glint in his eyes appeared. "Well well well, what do we have here, isn't this perfect!" He laughed out humorlessly. "Guess, I won't return empty-handed after all" his expression screamed as if he just hit the jackpot. And suddenly, his expression darkened and six black cloak men appeared in front of him, his aura turning darker, stronger, powerful, more sinister. Skylar gasped at the powerful demonic energy that engulfed him from head to toe.

"Kimberly. Get into the car. Return to the packhouse, and tell the Enforcers to get Ayra home." "Why? What's going on?" She asked with a frown. "Now!" I growled, tossing the key at her just as the figure formed completely. "What is that?" Kimberly asked with a wide-eyed look. "Go!" I tried to get through to Ayra, but just like the other day, I failed. Kimberly zoomed off just as the demon made his way toward me. "Acheron," he said with a grin. "Or do I call you Nathaniel now?"