Novel & Cerita Black Clover Magic Knights Squads

The scent of sugar and vanilla carried through the air, mixing with the mountain breeze. Everywhere I looked, there was movement… life. The packs’ banners were already up in their designated areas, each distinct yet unified: silver for the Snow Claws, emerald for the Verdant Fang, cobalt for the Sapphire Ridge, Fire for the Thunders and so on. The stadium floor, once an arena of strength, now glowed with strings of enchanted orbs floating midair, soft light spilling like mist over the marble. “Do you remember,” Frynn murmured as he looked around, “the day we fought here? How small it felt back then?”

They were seasoned fighters who had planned this assault down to the smallest detail. "Ironmaw holds the center," Marcus reported, his spyglass trained on the enemy positions. "Shadowmere and Frostclaw on the flanks. The others are spread in support formations." "Battle-mages?" I asked, though I could already sense them through my awakened abilities dozens of wolves trained in combat magic, their power focused and ready. "At least fifty, possibly more. They're masking their signatures, but the concentration of magical energy is... significant." Significant enough to level the entire compound if properly coordinated. Even with Eclipse Covenant power flowing through me, I wasn't certain I coul

Damian stood behind me, his face a mask of Alpha arrogance. "What's wrong with them?" I dropped the runic chalk and stood. The legendary Blood Moon was coming, a once-in-a-century event. Without my wards, Damian’s pack wouldn't stand a chance. He might be an Alpha, but he and his pack were the weakest in the North. Half the time, they couldn't even fight off rogues, forced into one humiliating retreat after another. This core ward would shield the entire Silver Moon pack from the spirits. Every single rune was perfect.

I hiss inwardly, looking around until I find a flag, which I grab and then move forward so I can wrap it around Serenity, who lets out a shocked gasp while Rosco watches on. “At least someone has some sense of urgency.” He huffs, and I realize that he’s referring to me. “Make sure you clean her completely before allowing her to fight.” Nodding, I continue with what I’m doing while my eyes trail forward to find the enemy just in the horizon, but to my surprise it isn’t wolves that we are dealing with. Instead, they are humans clad in black cloaks, and when they lift boulders from the ground and hurl them at New Moon’s packhouse, I realize that they are earth mages.

Click. The flash illuminated the grotesque scene, capturing every detail—the twisted limbs, the unnatural angle of the body, the dark, spreading blood. She adjusted her lens, focusing on the claw marks. There was something almost hypnotic about how they seemed to grow from the earth itself as if they had always been there. Click.

The sky above Silver Claw darkened unnaturally as storm clouds churned like something alive. The winds carried the scent of blood, fire, and magic-heavy, suffocating, electric. It was not nature. It was war. Inside the courtyard, every soldier of the allied realms stood ready—Moon Valley, Snow Valley, Vampire Kingdom, and Silver Claw wolves shoulder-to-shoulder as one massive army once again. Their armor glinted under torchlight. Their wolves paced behind their eyes like caged beasts waiting to be unleashed.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

Gwendolyn shrugged and said, “If Evelyn had prepared you, no mentoring would be needed.” They got to the final group and Genevieve said, “This group is different in the sense that they combine two energies together. One helps to balance the other.” The group was putting on black on black but a white symbol of a huge cross was etched in the chest of their clothes. “What energies?” Clara asked. “These are the siphoners and the darklings. The siphoners siphons magic, venom and the likes while the darklings use dark arts. However, the siphoners are there to make sure the dark arts are not corrupting the souls of the darklings. Your mentors will be Ethan Vanderbilt and Layla Hendrix.” Clara nodde

With a smile that could make the darkest of rogues cower in fear, I watched and relished my magic do its work. Like ashen leaves from Yggdrasils tree when it burned, my magic latched on to the undead dark army, engulfing them with its darkness and immediately disintegrating them to cinders that fell to the ground under the heavy drops of rain. Their little remains mix with the muddy ground and disappear as if they were never there. Dark Soldiers still remain, fighting against Lyric, Tobias, and Crimson. In the distance Mike hurls himself at Aodh, aiming for the dagger that still sits seated in the breastplate of his armor.

He turned his attention to the daemon who was crouching next to the dead guard. Clavier took off the guard’s helmet and saw nothing but a skeleton underneath the silver armor. Of course, these were the undead soldiers. Angel of Death’s loyal followers in the Kingdom of Moon Goddess. Once he was cast out, his army followed. Damn it, Clavier cursed. Knights of Death was the undead. He didn’t know the organization was the Knights of Death from the Moon Goddess’ Kingdom. All these times, he thought they adopted the name because of the things they were about to do. He didn’t expect they were the original owners of the name.