Novel & Cerita Black Clover Does Asta Get Magic

The trees, the long-dead and petrified by ancient magic, stood like silent witnesses–gray bones beneath a thunder–lashed sky. Ava stood at the center, her palms streaked with ash, her eyes glowing white. The Weyrun pulsed at her throat–a shard of raw magic gifted by her powers. Now, warm with warning. She had to get this over with as fast as she could. As much as she was using her powers, she was also dealing with time. Alura stepped out of the mist like a shadow made flesh. “You're early,” Ava said with a smirk. Her voice was steady despite the cold threading through her spine.

Elysia asked. Astra nodded once, “It was born from ancient blood magic. Old. Violent. Possessive magic. Forbidden magic.” Her voice dropped lower. “The Red Stone is the only thing powerful enough to rip it from him.” Rip! Did she just say…rip? The word echoed in my head over and over. “Have you ever used it before?” I asked. Astra shakes her head, “Why?” Astra’s lips pressed into a thin line, “Because it’s dangerous.”

With a powerful flick of my hand, I let the waves crash against the men. All men went flying across the clearing except for one. Magic seemed to not affect him. He grabbed me by my shoulders and whispered, “You should have left while you had the chance. We can’t let a powerful witch like you live… sorry Luv…” I tried to use magic to attack him again and again but I couldn’t free myself. I even tried teleporting but my magic seemed to have abandoned me. What the F***! had he done? ASLAN’S POV I was shocked to see Aurora in Jack’s grip. She was struggling to use her magic but couldn’t. My eyes widened in horror when I saw a tiny needle embedded in her arm.

Will Celeste's magic become stronger due to this surprise or die out? Thanks!

I yelled as I slid on my knees to him. He reached out for me and pulled himself into my arms. “You okay?” He asked between coughs. “YES!” I cried, looking at every inch of him. He was going to live. We both looked back at Astra who had the shank in her heart. She was dead, not moving as the blood flowed out of her. The clouds slowly disappeared as the forest slowly shifted back into it’s original state. The vines all died and became ash as any evidence of her magic got whisked away in the breeze. The sound of birds could be heard chirping around us and the sun’s rays were hitting our faces.

“Now wait one minute, Knox, you’re not going after this guy on your own. We didn’t even get a good look at him. We don’t even know if the guy who got away was the murderer.” “I know.” Oren said. “Take care of Isiah. Don’t let him follow me without you.” “Knox, the magic, the Spell Nodes? How will you bring back Astra if you use it on this guy?” “I can still use spells without the power in the Spell Nodes. Magic isn’t that far gone.” He went for the window and started to climb out. He winced at his injured arm as he crawled.

I spat. He sighed, "I don't think you know Sage well enough to understand that he doesn't share and will, most especially not with Xavier. You two may have gotten married based on some certainties, but it still doesn't change the fact that you're his luna and you submit to him." I shake my head. "I will never submit to Sage! He may be an Alpha, but he is yet to archive that much respect from me." Clause hissed out of annoyance, mumbling and cursing underneath his breath, "Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

I watched as he looked at me in confusion. “Your silver isn’t just a color. It is gifted with power by the Moon Goddess herself. Magic she gave the royal lycans.” Toga frowned. “You don’t know anything about yourself, do you?” “Do you?” I asked, watching him purse his lips. “Do you and Asta—”

****UNKNOWN POV***** “You had one chance, Anastasia,” I hissed, my voice like venom slicing through silence, “and you fucked it up.” She dropped to her knees, trembling, her hands shaking as she clutched the hem of her cloak. “P-Please, Mistress… mercy. It was all Santos’s fault!” I narrowed my eyes, my patience splintering. “His body has returned to dust. His soul dragged back to where it belongs. So tell me, Anastasia…” I stepped closer, magic crackling around my fingertips, “what could a pile of ash possibly do?”

“Zephyr! Aster! KYREN! NOW!” They came crashing through the trees like a cavalry of chaos, all wide eyes and frantic heartbeats, breathless and terrified. “Baby?” Zephyr dropped beside me, his wings flaring in distress. Aster and Kyren dropped to their knees too, but before anyone could speak....The forest shifted. Leaves rustled with no wind. Magic pulsed in the ground. The air tasted like sage and fire. And then… he appeared. The White Stag. Massive. Glorious. Glowing with soft, ancient magic. He stepped into the clearing as if he owned the damn world, and maybe he did. He walked straight up to me, towering and regal, then bent his graceful head… and licked my face.