Black Clover Magic Novels & Stories

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

“It’s done.” He waits for more. “They won’t smell us,” I explain. “Or see us. Or hear us.” He blinks. “What?” “Did I stutter?” His head shakes slowly. “They won’t see us or hear us?” he repeats. Clear disbelief sits in his voice. “What kind of spell is that?” “It’s a cloaking spell,” I say simply. The explanation feels straightforward enough. “It’s like we’re walking inside a small bubble of magic.” His eyes move around the quiet forest.

She stepped into the black smoke, her skin radiating an intoxicating, scorching heat that smelled of sweet jasmine and white-hot fury. "Get your hands off my King!" Clara commanded, her voice layering into the majestic, terrifying cadence of the First Mother. She thrust her palm flat against Leo’s back. A pillar of pure silver-gold plasma shot straight through her brother's body, bridging the gap between Leo, Dominic, and herself. The three-way connection sent a shockwave of raw energy blasting through the subterranean floor. The void magic corrupting Dominic's chest was instantly burned away, replaced by the soothing, ecstatic warmth of Clara’s mate-fire.

We parted when we heard clapping. Then I reached back and touched the arch, sending my magic into the wood and the flowers. The pixilettes fluttered away as teal and bronze flames sprang to life around us. They didn't burn anything, but they sparkled and glittered against the setting sun. The clapping grew louder and everyone got to their feet. My mom lifted Clare so she could see. The little girl reached out a hand and sent her own magic into the arch so it mingled with mine. All seven magics grew, their colors blending and lifting until they nearly touched the sky.

He carried a dagger with trembling hands. “I heard it,” he said, looking straight at me. “A chant… not in any tongue I’ve known. It was old. And foul. Like something dead crawling back to speak. Right before it all went black.” I clenched my jaw and walked toward the center of the village. That was when I saw it—burned into the earth itself. A claw was drawn on the floor. The claw was filled with thirteen notches lining the arc of a bleeding moon. I dropped to one knee and brushed my fingers over the drawing. The heat still pulsed from it. I could feel the magic from it. Old, dark magic.

The mist recoils, unable to penetrate my defenses. The cloaked figures advance, their eyes glowing with an evil light. They raise their hands, and a wave of dark energy washes over me. I grit my teeth, enduring the pain. I won't be defeated. I summon all my strength, drawing upon the power of the moon. A blinding light erupts from my body, pushing back the darkness. The cloaked figures are forced to retreat, their dark magic no match for my celestial power.

Clenching the heart of magic she runs towards him, both men thought that Barrett will be caught by the magic barrier, however with the fairies blessing protecting her, she was able to walk through safely. With open arms, Cliverio welcomed her with a lovely smile, she thrusted the heart of magic to his chest and she successfully embedded the stone to his body until he screamed of pain. The experimental power and nature's heart of magic collided and blew Barrett away. Immediately Denzell catches her and they watch how both of the sources of magic burned the body of Cliverio.

he said, gazing down at his son as he started bouncing Hennessey's bouncer with his toe. "If we are going to do this, I'm using magic for everything, I don't give a single fuck about human seeing," Clary said, smiling down at Walker when he tried to latch on to her shoulder. She brushed her fingers through her son's mop of black hair, sniffing the baby smell coming from him. She and Damon might have been getting clean with magic, but they had at least looked after the babies properly, they always smelt so wonderful!

Flora reassured me. "What do I fucking do before the bitch kills me?" "You can unbind her magic on you," Flora replied simply. Unbind her magic? How the hell was I supposed to do that? "Liberum Vinculum," Flora said. I recalled seeing the spell in the spell book. "Liberum Vinculum" was a spell to break free from invisible bonds. Though there were several other spells, I doubted I could remember them in my current state. I was grateful that Flora had paid attention while I was reading through the spell book.

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.