Black Clover Magic Novels & Stories

Shima asked confused as they sat in one of the rooms on the top floor. "First .. Lightning magic and has two powers namely, Lightning and electricity. Second .. The magic of flowers and its two magical powers are nature and land. Third .. The magic of fire and ice .. It also has two powers, namely fire and ice .. "Kei explained in a whisper to Shima. The clock was already pointing at eight thirty minutes. "Oh .. All those powers are great too .. What is the other category? "Shima asked excitedly to hear about the magic story.

Midnight arrived with a sound like a tolling bell. The joint forces of the Blackwood Pack and the Shadow Claws stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the low-frequency vibration of the Creator’s magic. The Silver Peaks were no longer purple; they were a solid, light-absorbing black. Lyra stood at the front of the line, her obsidian blade glowing with a violent, flickering violet light. Silas stood beside her, his gold-and-sapphire aura a steady, protective shield against the chilling wind.

"Sometimes, to defeat darkness, we must dabble in shadows. The magic I speak of is not something any of us would choose under normal circumstances, but desperate times, my dear." Orion folded his arms, skepticism evident on his face. "What exactly is this magic? And how do we even know it won't backfire?" The shadow weaver chuckled, pulling out an old, weathered book from within the folds of his cloak. It seemed out of place, so ancient amidst the modern chaos. "This," he began, "is the Tome of Nyx. Within its pages lie the secrets of the night itself. And one particular spell, the Eclipsing Veil, can make us invisible to Seraphina's senses."

Clive asked, his eyes searching mine, concern etched into his features. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I tried to find the courage to speak. Clive already knew about my visions, but what I was about to say was something I had kept hidden even from him. “I’ve been thinking,” I began hesitantly, “about meeting with a black witch who specializes in dark magic. I need a solution to my vision problems, Clive.” Clive’s eyes widened in shock, and his grip on me tightened. He had known about my struggles, but the idea of delving into dark magic had never been discussed. His voice quivered with a mix of fear and frustration.

My magic surged outward, answering my call like a loyal beast. The air bent. Space compressed. I raised my hands and pulled. Energy condensed between my palms, spinning, folding in on itself until it became a sphere of blinding light—dense, absolute. It expanded outward and snapped shut around Claire, swallowing her whole. Her scream cut off abruptly. Inside the sphere, her magic sputtered, dampened, crushed beneath mine. Whatever spell she was preparing dissolved into nothing. The storm collapsed. Silence crashed down. I drew the sphere toward me with a simple curl of my fingers. It floated obediently, Claire’s silhouette thrashing inside like a trapped insect.

We walked outside to see a sea of people standing. "Where did they come from?" I asked Hayden. "All around the world, through portals mainly" Hayden replied, silence fell on the crowd. After a minute's silence they started chanting The Magna Poem of the Endowed. Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts

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.

The silver poisoning was taking its toll on the Alpha's body. Chloe cleared her throat and I looked up from Tor's embrace. She raised an eyebrow as she held out a cup of tea. "I'm afraid you won't be getting out of this visit without drinking one of my brews," she said with a smirk. Tor narrowed his eyes at her and then at the mug in her hand. "What kind of foul business is this?" he asked, his nose crinkling. "It is my own brew, actually. A silver poisoning antidote made from dried moonflowers, yellow dock, and witch hazel. Plus of course, a bit of magic," she finished, giving me a wink.

While the hope was still there, Ru realized she may have deflated her mother’s spirits just a little bit. “Do you think you’ll need a cloak as well?” “Yes,” Maggie admitted, “but not from the Keepers. There is a white magic cloaking spell as well that will hide us from the Reapers, demons, and other evil entities, but not the Keepers or angels.” “Can you send me that, too?” The thought of someone harming her father because he no longer wanted to be a Reaper was unsettling at best. “I will.” Her mother let out a deep sigh. “Ru, thank you.”

Fox winks taking Colts hands and bringing them up to shoulder level before they close their eyes. I watch in awe as the twins radiate a white light that pushes out to the water, and the sludge of blackness turns into a sparkling blue. The animals that had been bobbing on the water were burned to ash where they sat. I wonder if Chloe's magic is similar to her brothers? I've never seen her use it before. But I can't wait to see it. Right now I can feel it coursing through my veins and it's a heady feeling. I love our magic mingling together.