Black Clover Ice Magic Novels & Stories

" There's a way?” Ivy hesitated as she glanced towards Clara but continued after turning to me "I found a way to do it, I tried reversing the spell. Using the ring to track him but it's like he could sense my access and blocked it. But if I stabilize my power, he might just can't" "What is this about?” Clara stood up abruptly as well. "Can you humanize whatever you just said.” I put it in. Ivy let out a breath "my magic is ancient, strong, and he can sense it. I need to cool it down. I need someone's blood. Someone pure"

You are the reason stories like this exist. ~~~~~~~~~~ Ride with me because the ice is not empty… at least not yet. The Frozen Hearts series continues with Book Two: Offside Hearts. Here is a taste of what is coming: Eli Park is a rookie goalie with a secret he cannot afford to share. Mack Hale is the veteran enforcer who accidentally outed him years ago. Now they are stuck together as mentor and rookie in a hotel rooms, late nights, and a rival threatening to expose them both and Mack has been in love with Eli since the very beginning.

And books… were the worst things he could’ve ever had in his life. A small cliff lied ahead of his direction. Never seeing what was under, Arth jumped on the cliff and accidentally stepped on a circular mark on the ground as he landed. He cursed as the mark glowed brighter in blue light… blinding that Arth was forced to close his eyes. As the light faded, his left boot had been frozen in an instant. Ice King’s Footprint…. A simple spell trap specialized for beast hunting. How the hell did I not see this? Damn… Arth struggled as he tried to free his leg from the strong ice… but pointless it was. The spell had been known to be unbreakable, but only lasts for a limited time.

As he entered, the light of the nighttime sky and the unnatural reflections of the Oasis’ environment quickly evaporated from Alex’s peripheral vision. He could barely see his hand in front of his own face. Looking up, the immense clusters of mountain laurel were so cluttered that they formed a natural roof over the small, rocky passageway, completely blocking out the light. Alex was growing uncomfortable as he stared as hard as he could into the darkness, trying to find his guide.

I wait. The music starts, soft, familiar, comforting. I keep my eyes closed. And I move. Not like I’m in a rink. Not like judges are watching. Not like Sabrina is waiting to tear me apart. I imagine the pond. The quiet. The wind. The trees. The feeling of being free.

I looked at the board and looked at the ice and breathed. Come back, I told myself. Just come back. Coach’s voice from the boards. “This isn’t over. Get back out there.” In the twelfth minute the puck found me. I narrowed my eyes. Ken was open — I found him, gave it to him, and moved. The blind spot. The ghost lead. Everything we had built in midnight practice sessions in an empty arena came back to my muscles before my brain had finished requesting it. I tried to give it to Kai.

Kulv yelled and heard his voice echoing on the walls of the mountains until it was swallowed by the sound of the waterfall. Blue looked at Kulv who was frantically looking around, searching for him, even just the shadow of his figure. But, because Blue has used a concealment spell, Kulv won’t be able to find him unless Blue would remove the spell himself to allow Kulv to see him. However, right now, Blue is not prepared yet.

To be able to freeze an opponent of similar strength, this is no usual ice magic spell! This was the fifth move of the 9-Dragon Roar from the Mystic Cyan Sect—The Roar of Ice Dragon Spirit.

, she asked, as she played with the locket in the hands, "Well I guess, the black is for the black magic, and well, the blue is your magic because its pure, and seeing that both you and Nova have blue eyes, I think that's why its blue", Alaric answered, "Makes senses, but look I'm holding the locket and the color blue is over powering the back, does this mean that the black magic in me is leaving", Annalise said, she was hopeful it meant that, because even though she wont admit it, the feeling she was having was anything short of being pure.

I threw Yasmine a glare followed by an eye roll that probably strained my optic nerves, before storming to the bench, grabbed my water bottle, and sat down. God, my hair is sticking to my neck. Why did I choose hockey? Ice hockey is just skating with weapons and now I suddenly wonder if frogs ever get tired of jumping. Like, do they ever just want to crawl? I looked down at my legs and God did my knees look weird today. If I die out here— “So it’s at his place, right? Around nine?” My ears practically twitched, across the ice, a bunch of the girls were huddled up by the equipment shed, whispering something about a party.