Black Clover Magic Novels & Stories

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

My heart was beating my mouth as Sabastian ceased twiddling with my hair. “Tell me,” I pleaded, as Kara gave me a sympathetic smile. I was too desperate to hear what she had to say to be annoyed. “Magic.” My shoulders slumped and Kara held up her hands. “Elio went to Bloodmoon bay and did some research.” Her tone didn’t sound too pleased by that, although I had no idea why. “The Chaos Coven we mentioned before. Well they use black magic, meaning they are more powerful that we suspected.

Now, it was time to put that practice to use. The color of the magic is a purplish-blue. I close my eyes and reach out, feeling for the power, starting with Beta Trevor. I feel the blackness of his twisted soul first. I don’t know if it was his daughter’s death that caused it or if he was always this depraved. It doesn’t matter. I separate the color of magic from him, pulling it to me. Then, once I have the feel of it, I reach out to everyone in my pack, reaching for the witches fighting against them.

Forgotten magic. Broccolini gestured with wide fronds, her leaf tips glowing faintly as she spoke of magic that lived in seeds and shadows, magic that hummed in the deep, quiet parts of the world. Kala nodded, her white-blind eyes lit with wonder, like a student hearing the songs of the stars. And me? I was surrounded by them. The vegetables.

The instant Belinda arrived at the Chicago Pack estate, she jumped out of the vehicle and raced to the gate. Something was off. It wasn't just that the gates were open, or that the night was eerily quiet for a location that was under attack. It was the strange black veil that was blocking her view of what was happening on the other side. Drawing closer, Belinda inspected it, but she didn't understand anything more than the fact it was definitely made with magic. It was the work of the Sorcerer Clan then.

Gamma muttered. Ezekiel shoved a tattered piece of cloth into his hand. “I almost joined it. Give this to Dauris. It smells like sulfur and rot. Their cloaking magic is ancient…far older than the forest.” Something we don't understand, or I don't understand, is out there waiting for someone's blood, or an alpha and Luna blood, but I don't know yet..it's more than my human instinct.. Gamma’s expression turned grave. “You found them?”

Now this, this was intimidating. In a flash, corey snapped his fingers and the little daughter of king Charles was stood beside him, a robe of wind surrounding her. She herself looked perplexed as to how to got there so fast. The ball went on like nothing happened and in fact, nobody seemed to be looking their way. It suddenly occured to me that this was what happened the night we were taken from earth. It was called cloaking magic, very rare and very advantageous. To the rest of the room, it looked like we were still eating and the kings were having a nice conversation. "Boo" corey said in a dark voice. "Thought I wouldn't find out?" He asked darkly and in a second, his eyes changed to an e

She turned to Lorenzo as she continued. “You asked before, Alpha, about my cloak. The colours represent a witch’s primary source of elemental magic. They gave me a red one at first, but I can actually wield all four elements - fire, water, air, earth - and I can combine them. I’m the first white cloak in this coven in over one hundred years and there are only a very small number of us in the entire world. So now I just use my red cloak when I’m out gardening, because it’s too hard to keep the white one clean, even with magic.” “I always said you were going to be a badass,” replied Drew, in awe.

The only sounds within the cave are the reassuring laughter and splashes of the knights, which reverberate through the cavern. I’m nearly finished; just one final step, and I will solve my puzzle. The beam of light has a light red color and illuminates a black stone circular hemisphere, resembling a natural stone bowl. I lift my head and see the cave's black rock. Is that normal? The cave is quiet - tranquil. Even the laughter of the knights seems distant, hollow on the walls. My pulse presses against my skin, pushing me to turn back. But I take another step forward.

Draven quizzed. “Because your antecedent created this darkness and you're the only option we have. Get the job done,” Nevada said as she struck the dagger on the ground taking steps backward. “Chloe, the ingredients.” Nevada urged. Chloe passed her some gold potions, a powder, and chalk. She poured the liquid potion on the dagger which was fixed to the ground while she sprayed the powders around it before drawing a large circle around the dagger with the symbol of the magic of Irvine around it. She whispered some words and the symbol she drew glowed gold while she smirked.