Darkness Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch toward the book, hungry and listening. "It's fighting you," Marcus Blackthorn drawled from the armchair in the corner. He was swirling a glass of blood-laced bourbon, looking for all the world like a bored aristocrat watching a gladiator match. "Dark magic has an immune system, Vida. It knows you're a High Witch. It doesn't like you." "I don't need it to like me," I muttered, wiping a fresh trickle of blood from my nose with the back of my hand. "I need it to talk."

me makes my eyes tremble. It resembled my visions exactly. Dimitri was in front of me, his lips and chest gushing blood from a dagger. I stabbed him in the heart with the silver knife in my shaking hands. I scream, “No, no, no, no, no!!!” and hastily place him on the ground. I took the dagger from him; the darkest magic had tainted and contaminated it. I covered his wound with my hands.“Alpha!” exclaimed Lance and Gabe as they hurried to join us. The whole pack stopped to watch, terrified of what would happen to their alpha. Dimitri tries to pronounce “Isabelle—” but it only sounds like a dry cough. I close my eyes and start chanting a healing spell, saying, “No Dimitri don’t speak, I’m goi

I breathed, my heart crashing, my mind stumbling back to Jayden's body mashed up against me, his growls in my ear as he screwed me bare, a temporary relief from this kind of horror. "They're finished?" the young healer inquired, her voice lifting on hope, blind. I laughed. "Nah, kid, they're just getting started." My tone was black, my eyes fastened on the shining rogues. "Warning!" David yelled over the chaos. "They're using dark magic!" But he shouted too late. Dark energy blast emanated from the rogues, a wave of dark power that knocked all of them off their feet, rogues and warriors falling to the ground in a heap, the forest trembling from the impact.

He was a fighter, a scholar, a man of steel and command—since when did he touch things like this? And more importantly—how? But then it hit me. The paste. The drink. The sudden burn and sudden calm. The chants. My eyes widened. Oh no. The one thing Alexander never allowed in his pack. The one thing punished without mercy. My chest squeezed. Clifford just used dark magic on me. “Clifford. No dark—” but the world was tilting, blurring. My head grew heavy, my eyes felt like sand was inside. My body became weaker and weaker no matter how I fought it.

The room fell silent as his words hung heavily in the air. Rafe and the others turned their gazes towards me, their expressions mirroring the shock I felt. A chill crept up my spine as I processed the gravity of his words. Something sinister was indeed at play, a dark force moving unseen beneath the surface of our lands. If we did not act swiftly, the consequences could be catastrophic. Was this the looming doom Azalea had forewarned? ~*~ "Fuck!" I cursed, as my soda fizzed over, spilling across the table in a frothy wave. I had chosen soda deliberately tonight, to steer clear of alcohol and keep my mind sharp. There was much to think about, and strategies to formulate.

They would soon know *me*. With a flick of my hand, I called the magic, dark and powerful. I felt it flow through my veins like poison, curling in the pit of my stomach. The power was intoxicating. My eyes glowed brighter as I focused on one man who walked alone, unaware of what was about to happen. I moved quickly, stepping up behind him, my fangs already out.

And that was how he ended up tapping his healing magic that left him currently worn-out. The guy kept murmuring stuff when he was tending his wounds about some things he couldn't understand. It was about something that's going to happen. Something about darkness. Ceremonies. Well, he did really felt like there was something wrong but he didn't know what it is and he doesn't want to start thinking about it. He was staring blankly outside by the window of the carriage when his thoughts were interrupted by his brother. "Kaylus, is everything okay?"

" It just happens to be a coincidence that the gift given to you on your birthday contains the secret to Luke's demise and you happen to be a werewolf." "I know, right?" Daniel laughed. " This life is full of mysteries." "But how can we trust what is written on that paper?" Tomiwa asked sceptically. "Have you forgotten?" Annabelle spoke up." The book we read at Tisha's place. It said the warlock sealed the secret to killing Luke in silver and aquamarine. Daniel's necklace is silver and the W sign on it happens to be blue in color. Aquamarine is another color for blue."

She whispered. Helia shook her head. “No—“ “Yes. There’s this darkness inside. I’ve felt it before, in the War Room. I had wanted to let it in then, wanted to unleash it. But this time, it was consuming me.” Her companion took a deep breath. “Astasha, there’s something you need to understand. There is a difference between Dark Mages who simply seek to do evil, and those born with the ability to actually harness the power of darkness, darkness that flows in their veins and beyond. Should your father or grandmother have had that sort of magic in their blood…” She trailed off, the implication clear.

The men that were with Derrick were now engaged with the wolves that appeared from the tree line in front of us and I took that as my cue to leave and catch up with Damon and Josh who was helping him. As I turned, I came face to face with a man in a red cloak. His hands extended to my head, and I felt the pull from him as he began to drain the magic from within me, especially the dark magic. I couldn’t do anything but stare into his dark orbs that peered through the hood of the cloak looking straight at me. My body began to feel weak, and I felt my legs begin to give out on me as someone from behind me caught me as I began to black out. Turning my head to the side the last image I saw before