Gravity Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

His chest heaved, his jaw slackened, and as his gaze dropped briefly to my bleeding arm and back up to my terrified eyes, a low, hypnotic rumble vibrated deep within his chest. He took one slow, deliberate step toward me, his voice dropping into a raspy, spellbinding whisper that shattered the quiet. "...Mate." And just like that, I blacked out.

Camelia's face immediately grew hot and her breathing a little rushed, but just as she was about to pounce on Sol. Someone interrupted their moment. Camelia sighed in defeat while inwardly cursing Chloe for her bad timing as her eyes and hair changed to a black color. The large door grimaced a little as Chloe pushed it. This time too, she was wearing blue armor and a long skirt. On her hips was her sword, and in her hands was a crystal ball. The moment he saw the ball, Sol's Heartbeat immediately sped up. This device would show his capacity. Each human had a certain amount of capacity and said capacity allowed them to make more contracts of greater qualities.

The millions of pounds of abyssal pressure would instantly expand, crushing my earthly body into atoms. I couldn't catch it with my left hand. The black-iron kinetic sink would eat the physical momentum of the vial, but the sudden deceleration would still shatter the fragile glass casing upon impact with my palm. I dove forward, sliding across the toxic mud. I reached out with my glowing, silver right hand. I didn't try to grab the vial. I just pushed my palm upward, directly under its trajectory. I engaged the celestial anti-gravity. The vial fell into the localized pocket of lunar physics surrounding my hand. It didn't hit my skin. The sheer upward pull of the celestial frequency caught th

"The north borders directly on the valley where their rituals often take place. We need additional Silvergrove Mortars. One is not enough if the attack comes in layers." Lysander spoke up immediately. “Silvergrove Mortars have been mass-produced, but they’re still limited to the dozens. However, we have a reserve supply. If you can hold the line, I’ll ensure the second Silvergrove Mortar arrives before dawn.” I added, “The Silvergrove Mortar will be the key at the front line. Its explosion isn’t just physical; it also severs the black magic energy nodes. Imagine a net—when one node is severed, their entire ritual pattern collapses.”

Midnight arrived with a sound like a tolling bell. The joint forces of the Blackwood Pack and the Shadow Claws stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the low-frequency vibration of the Creator’s magic. The Silver Peaks were no longer purple; they were a solid, light-absorbing black. Lyra stood at the front of the line, her obsidian blade glowing with a violent, flickering violet light. Silas stood beside her, his gold-and-sapphire aura a steady, protective shield against the chilling wind.

Chloe tugged two crumbling bricks loose from the mausoleum wall. There it was her mother’s book. The moment her fingers brushed the cover, the ground gave a faint shudder. “Did you feel that?” Chloe glanced at him. “Yeah. What the hell was that?” “Dark magic. The kind my mother only used when she had no other choice. It comes with a cost, sacrifice. But if I’m up against something stronger than me, I’ll need it.”

Nya took the Heart of Magic and put it in the chest, casting a spell that would transfer the magic to Slate, and when she closed the door, it locked under a spell that only Slate could open. Taking a deep breath, Nya stepped back a few steps, glad to have that done. Now, she had to figure out how to get back to the battle. Her eyes went to Gator. He was still stone, her spell not breaking when she transferred the power, though she was sure that Slate could reverse it if he wanted to. She’d have to find another way. “Is everything all right?” She heard the voice of the maid as she came into the room. “Oh, my!”

A bead of sweat trickled down Sia's temple, a cold shiver running down her spine as she relived that night of utter devastation. The memory of the Blue Tower branch in Wizard City, once a bastion of arcane knowledge and power, reduced to rubble by a single, seemingly unassuming individual, still sent a tremor of fear through her. The magic Ethan had wielded that night was unlike anything she had ever encountered. A Grand Domain, a feat of mastery that amplified his elemental spells to unimaginable levels. And woven into this tapestry of raw power was a subtle yet devastating thread of gravity magic.

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. Matilda also found a spell that returned lost fortune, a spell that cured epilepsy, a spell that cured blindness, a spell that could renew physical features, a spell that prolonged life and even one that cast evil eyes away from someone. She was about to flip the page over to the next one when she found a spell that made her to stop short. The spell spoke about bringing one's true love to the person. True love was a novel concept to Matilda and she chuckled at the overall sillines

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to