Novel & Cerita Black Clover Ice Magic

I do not think he realized that I would be able to do all of this with just magic. "Why didn't you use your claws?" He asks me. "That was too easy. Too expected. This way I get to keep you on your toes." I say to him with a wink of my own. He just stares at me incredulously as I call some water into my hand and cause it to freeze into a small ice cube. This I run down his chest and abs until I find him hard and waiting for me. Instead of running the ice cube up and down it I pop the ice into my mouth instead. I can tell that he is wondering exactly why I would do that until I put my mouth over him and he can feel the cold of the ice biting into him everywhere that he was previously hot.

Though I don’t have to, I whisper-call green magic in the Old Tongue, not on my side of his dark magic, but on his side. A thick cloud of dust filled with small clumps of earth rises around him as razor sharp stones of agate and jasper erupt from the earth in a constricting circle, piercing his body and thrusting through his head. As the ice blue of his eyes fades to ash gray, his dark magic dissolves before it gets close enough to hit me. Still, the scorch of its use mars the meadow and the injury to the earth sears like a burn over my skin.

It’s the scent of fancy leather and that strong, sweet cologne. Calvin. I’m twelve again. Then fourteen. Then seventeen. The years bleed together in the dark. I’m trapped in the Pike mansion, the doors locked from the outside. I can hear the floorboards creaking. Creak. Creak. Creak. "Where are you, little brother?" His voice is like a silk noose. I’m hiding in the back of the closet, my knees pressed to my chest, trying not to breathe. But the door swings open, and there he is.

The frost-magic trackers. A gasp caught in my throat as the realization struck me like a physical blow. When I had laced the Fae cloaks with my winter magic, I hadn't just used the ambient atmosphere—I had channeled the magic directly from my own core. And when Oberon’s dark magic violently crashed into the cave, mutating my tracking signals into a sickly violet, he hadn't just broken my spell. He had tasted my magic.

"I wish I could, kid. I really wish I could. I would have released you as soon as I could." My heart fell. "What are you saying? You can release me, Alex. No one has to know that I am gone. And when they do I will be far gone." "It's not about that, Shawn. I don't care what anyone does to me if they know I saved you but I really cannot release you. The magic on this door belongs to my aunt and Cleopoda's magic is one of the most potent magic in the world." Cleopoda is his aunty?

I quizzed, locking my arms around his neck. "I don't know. They would be stupid to lie. As much as they are powerful, if we wanted them dead we could kill them and they know it," his hands glided down my body, tracing the curves of my waist before settling on my ass, "they called it cloaking magic. It created the illusion of a normal, full moon which gave them the ability to shift." I yelped when he hiked me up, my legs automatically hugging his lean torso, "I don't know many supernaturals that can wield magic."

Chapter Fourteen: Broken Traces The rest of the weekend dragged on like a slow torture. Every time the heavy oak doors of the kitchen swung open, my shoulders locked up, expecting to see those ash-gray eyes glaring down at me or that arrogant smirk from the cloaked stranger. But neither of them showed up. The alpha was nowhere to be found, and the mysterious visitor seemed to have dissolved back into the mountain mist just as quickly as he had appeared. By Monday morning, the heavy thunderstorm had blown away, leaving behind a crisp, biting frost that coated the castle windows in delicate white ferns.

then she handed Mia the book of shadows along with a paper that had the spell written on it and started to light up the candles one by one saying: “I altered the spell to send you back to the day of a blue full moon night. Each one of you will return to his body, doing whatever you were doing at the time. You will need to get the horseshoe before the day ends and burn it otherwise you will have to wait 4 months for another blue full moon night.” “Don’t worry” I answered, wondering about the day we would be back and whether we would still have the horseshoe or not. I bit my lower lip praying that I wouldn't be in the coma and Mia would be alone. I watched Marie stand aside. Mia fueled the bow

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

“Before I forget it!” I purse my lips and brace for impact. The instant Klevon increases his magic output and the instant, he tightens his arms around me; I press my palm against the barrier and push my magic point-black into in. It is magic so condensed that it takes the form of a needle–small but very sharp.