Black Clover Wizard King Name Novels & Stories

Finally, I signed my name beside his. Aria Avarise. Luna Queen.

Ten minutes after the bell rang, the lectern was still empty. A vicious kind of glee spread through the classroom. A boy in the front row sketched an exaggerated clown face on his notebook. “When he comes in, I’ll take a photo of him with this,” he snickered. “I’ve already thought of the title. It’ll be: Werewolf King? More like a Clown.” Snickers rippled around him. “An Alpha? He’s just a fragile love-brain.”

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

he explained. I remembered Vivian telling me he’d been searching for someone. “Who are you looking for?” I asked between licks of my ice cream. It helped to calm my nerves. Caleb’s eyes darted down for a moment, watching my tongue. My cheeks heated, and he glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck. “His name is Frankie,” he said, turning his attention to his cone. “It seems he’s hidden by magic at the moment—at least from psychic visions. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“What is your name?” He was silent for a long moment. Like he was deciding whether to trust me. Whether I deserved the truth. Finally, he spoke. “Kade Blackwood.” My blood turned to ice. Blackwood. The pack that was slaughtered six months ago. Every wolf was murdered in a single night. The massacre that made rogues everywhere hunted on sight. I was hiding the wolf everyone wanted dead. And my father was right outside.

As his eyes scanned the photograph, a sly smirk gradually crept onto his lips. Meanwhile, back in the mystical realm, word had spread like wildfire about a group of daring teenagers who had managed to sneak into the human world. This unsettling news reached the ears of the king seated on his imposing throne. The king, known as Devlin Blackwood, was more than just the ruler of this enigmatic realm; he was Thorian's late father's brother. Since the untimely passing of Thorian's father, Devlin had taken it upon himself to care for Thorian alongside the boy's mother. Despite his efforts to be a father figure, Thorian insisted on addressing him as "uncle" rather than "father," a choice that didn'

“The best course of action would be to find and capture those witches before they can cast their spell on others.” “What if we are unable to find them?” “You are a clever man, I didn’t quite catch your name.” His eyes twinkled with amusement, “You are the first one to ask me my name in a very long while. They all address me as their king.” Sandy stiffened at my side and for a moment, I thought I had offended him but he smiled at me, a simple yet beautiful smile devoid of any pride or conceit, “My name is Augustine, Augustine Black.”

These weren’t just any werewolves, they were from the Azar clan, the largest and most feared of them all. Their former king, Khaos, had been ruthless beyond measure. Now, his eldest son Marcus had taken the throne… and was currently locked in a cell. That kind of move wouldn’t go unanswered. Capturing the king of such a powerful clan wouldn’t be seen as justice, it would be seen as weakness. As an insult.

I shouted, as more memories of Hazel flooded my head. *‘Darius!’* I heard her call in my head in her lovely voice. My name—my name was Darius McCallister. Not Sadie, not Joanne, not Dickson. No, I was Darius McCallister, the rogue King. Fiercely, I batted away the souls blocking my way, as I headed back the way I had come. The portal would close up if my three days were exhausted, and I didn't pass all the challenges given to me.

he continues, "I present my son, Vladimir Alekseev, the youngest Kuzmin to reach princedom—the new King of the Gray Fields Kingdom!" Cheers and applause erupt. Vladimir steps onto the platform, dressed like his father. His midnight blue hair frames his face, and his eyes hold a mysterious depth. When his gaze meets mine, my heart flutters. I had no idea the lycan who helped me earlier was their new king.