Black Clover Star Magic Novels & Stories

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.

But before Claire could finish her sentence, about half a dozen throwing stars went whistling towards her from the tree-tops above Zeke and I. Claire lifted her hands in an attempt to stop the stars using her abilities, but one got through her magic, cutting into her upper arm and stopping only because it hit the bone. My eyes went wide as an unfamiliar figure wearing a black cloak gracefully made her way out of one of the trees. "Stupid cunt!" Claire hissed through gritted teeth as she removed the star from her arm. "The only thing you're doing is going under a bridge where you belong, preferably in a body bag!" the unknown figure said as she reached into her cloak and pulled out a dagger,

“I want this.” “Sit.” It was a command. It was more unnerving than I thought it would be to lower myself to the ground without seeing the floor. Star didn’t use the typical vision to see things. She used her magic. “Can you see in here?” “I see enough,” she said. I wanted to ask her more questions to learn more about her and her magic, but now didn’t seem like the time. “I’m ready.” “Hands on your knees, mind clear,” Star instructed.

I stared in wonderment at the beauty of this place. “What is this place?” “This is where magic comes to rest when its holder has died. Every star in the night sky is magic waiting to find its user. When a star fades at night, it is because a wizard has been born. Your star hung around longer than it should have, feeling unsure of whether it wanted a wizard that was made to be more than just that. It took some convincing, but your prayer tonight helped push it over.”

My gaze locks onto Sorin's translucent form. Did you find them? I ask. No, but I figured out why you can't. I sit up straighter, instantly alert. What! How? The magic they use to cloak their territory has a particular signature. They're using magic to cloak it? His pale head nods. It's cerulean magic. All of the color drains from my face and my chest tightens. "Jada what's wrong? Did Sorin find something?" Nix asks. "The angels use magic to cloak their territory," I tell them.

“Gregor, they will think you’re crazy if you say it. I mean, seriously think about it. WE are the ones created from star dust. The ones to seed a planet from another, and it took thousands of years for that to happen. Every time we kiss, the sky lights up with a show delivered by the heavens itself. The fact it is also my birthday is just another random fact to throw in there. It is a truly crazy story, and no one would believe you if you said it.” “I am crazy, though.” He said. “At least the entire world got a show on your birthday.” “And so did I.,” she replied. “A pretty good one at that. A nice birthday present from things which at least remembered what today was.” “Oh, you think?” he as

"Then what is that notorious problem? Stop teasing me." "Cough," the man cleared his throat awkwardly when he saw the boy's angry expression. "Well, you see, abundant magic energy doesn't only spawn magic stones; it can also give sometimes birth to some terrifying magical beasts."

The berserker demon is a black charred mass and the mage is on the floor, howling in pain. “Heh, I overestimated”, I say as I walk towards the mage curled up in a ball, nursing his wound. I’ll ask you again, answer and I’ll let you go with at least one limb. Who sent you?” He turns around and tries a last ditch effort to attack. “Blood Demon Magic: Death’s Grasp” . A black mist covers both of us. “ I’m taking you with me, mage!”. I sigh, and snap my fingers, “Sowilo” A miniature star the size of a soccer ball forms , burning the mist away, and the mage too. The dimension starts fading away, as I walk to go buy what I wanted before.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

Rhaenan said, gripping the reins tighter, his tone edged with frustration, “but we could also try to get Edina back before the Starlight Waltz.” “What’s the Starlight Waltz?” I asked. He glanced at me, sighing as his horse moved beside mine. “It’s a renewal of magic, for everyone in the Starlight Court. A kind of feast. A celebration. The stars align—converge, sparkle, dance. You’ve never seen anything like it. It even rains stardust... shimmering and bright. I’ve lived hundreds of years, and it still takes my breath away.” “It sounds beautiful,” I said, almost smiling. “But what does that have to do with Kyante?”