Darkness Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

Rj and Rio also ran to them while Carson ceased his barrier magic. Nero walks to the center and uses his power. The dark magic stops from firing and the men in black perish in ashes. The attack halts, the sky is forming gray clouds and a vast broad emerges in the center. A black cloak and a loud laugh echo the sky. Elise heard a very creepy sound. It was from the dark magician.

The other princes began to stir uncertainly, some standing. "Hold them," she said to Kingsley, who nodded once. A small black orb appeared in the palm of his hand. It began to spin slowly and then faster and faster as it grew larger, his hands manipulating the sphere. With a flick of the wrist, he threw it towards the table. It wrapped around the princes and their wives, binding them within the blackness. They screamed and fought, but it held tightly. The scent of sulfur burned in the air. "Dark magic!" the king yelled, his sword now drawn. Ishild stood, seeming to tower over him.

The shadows around him dissipated, unable to withstand the power of their unity. "Your darkness will never triumph over our love!" Chloe shouted, her voice strong and unwavering. "You are outnumbered, Darius. This is our home, and we will defend it!" With one final surge of energy, their collective magic exploded outward, overwhelming Darius. The dark figure staggered back, his form flickering like a candle in the wind. As the light engulfed him, he let out a final, anguished cry before vanishing into the ether, leaving behind only the faint echo of his presence.

I ordered as I backed up and looked at him. He had to do it perfect. Within seconds he had the magic coming out of the book. I watched as Black-ish blue light flowed into his hand. I had never seen dark magic used from this book so I had to remind myself I needed to concentrate and keep us connected. I just had to pray that our soul bond didn't mend itself because of this.

Sitting in the dim light of my apartment, I heard the distinctive sound of a door closing from across the hall. A sinister smile crept over my face. Clay was leaving. I slid the glass door to my balcony open and peered down to see his black car pull out of the parking garage, heading north. He's going home, I thought, how convenient. I returned inside, my fingers itching to pry open the book that lay on my coffee table. It wasn't any ordinary book—it was an old folklore tome filled with rituals, spells, and hidden amidst cryptic language, and dark magic.

Darkness as an attribute was such a very interesting thing. Black and Dark magic's properties and usage are totally different from each other. They almost look a like but it's only the outside appearance. The outer shell of both elements are in same in density but when it comes to construction, their magic circles are converted differently. Darkness and shadows are no colors, they don't reflect light like most of the elements. And shadows are kinda hard to manipulate but its very handy as I gain a control to create substantial spaces. It’s like an inventory, ang hindi ko lang alam kung meron ba itong limit. I should probably ask Droon next time as it looks like he is sleeping.

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.

I was sad enough with my own suffering and didn't need any additional negative emotions. I moved further into the forest, listening to the rustle of leaves, the chirping of birds and other sounds of forest inhabitants. The sun shone lightly through the treetops, I heard a woodpecker tapping on the bark of a tree, the bustle of squirrels collecting nuts in the hollows, the movement of the wings of insects as they flied by me. That was probably one of the few perks of being a sorceress - I could hear and see all around more clearly. I "felt" nature with my whole being and absorbed its energy. And it was nature that was the basis of magic, white magic, the magic of life, while black magic was m

If it wasn't for these damned shackles, I could escape this place with no problem. My thoughts were interrupted by jangling at the door. In another instant, it opened and Damion stepped in, followed by a cloaked figure. My eyes widened when I recognized the cloaked man. It was the sorcerer that had confronted the pack days ago. The cloaked man stared at me with emotionless eyes. "What the hell is he doing here?" I asked wearily. Damion looked from me to the sorcerer with a sneer. "My friend Coltus here, is going to be the one who helps us unlock your lovely charming abilities," Damion preened.

Claus laughs and whispers. “Actually, Dark only has one option…” his smile widens and he approaches his face and blurts out… “because you're already dead…” he separates laughing and approaches the table again, I separate from the man who continues looking at Claus with a grudge, I lean against the wall in front of the man, his eyes move from me to Claus with hatred again, he smiled and shook my head and whispered “He may say you're dead... but I won't let you die until you tell me exactly what I want to know...” My words make Claus look at me seriously, I nod in his direction and he snorts annoyed.