Lightning Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

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.

Her smile faltered, just for a breath. Then she lifted her hands and screamed. The storm screamed back. Lightning tore the sky open as a surge of black magic crashed toward me. I threw up a shield—barely in time. The force sent me sliding back across the earth, boots carving lines in the dirt. My arms trembled. The air reeked of ozone and rot. Then—* Lucian roared. He barreled into Morganna like a wave of flame, blade slicing through the edges of her protection. She shrieked, recoiling, and he followed, strike after furious strike, rage turned holy.

The true power of his hundred percent. E.J instantly dashed forward towards the surging ball barreling unto him. The black ball and him met half way. The impact is undeniable. A intensifying sharp thin lightning cut the nano remaining air. The force of it struck the ultimately ruined ground. A huge explosion errupted from where the lightning struck. E.J and the black ball measuring each other's strength. They pushed each other back and forth as huge explosions again occured. Instantly, the most perfect magic of Litcherous Spectre came out from E.J.

Amira's eyes narrow, skeptical about the man who's wearing a lopsided grin across his face. He is wielding a ball of lightning from the Heart of Magic; his eyes are glued on it, glistening with great desire. "Finally, I have you back in my hands!" Amira doesn't feel good about it and in her hoarse shaky voice she asks, "What are you planning to d-"

Clara kisses his cheek, which perks him up immediately. “Okay, Maddie. We need a color scheme for the night.” I look around them all, and everyone is looking at me. “Pack colors are black and silver because of our name and the shine of the moon.” I nod. I want to incorporate that, but maybe add something else. “Your magic was deep forest green yesterday, baby.” Liam says, again reading my mind. “How about we do deep green and silver?” I ask, and Cianna makes a note on her notepad.

Would it be too close for them to see the flashes of light in the sky? Not wanting to overthink it, she called forth her magic and unlike before when it was sluggish in answering, now it surged forward, hot and fast as she raised her hand to the sky. A flash of white rent the horizon and a bolt of lightning tore from her hand. She stared at her hand in astonishment for a few seconds, mesmerized at the way it glowed with the potency of her magic, before pointing it to the ground where the Ork lay. White bolts of energy emanated from her hand, like electricity, as she made deep holes on either side of the Ork so that it would be easy to bring it out.

Immediately afterward, their strength skyrocketed, and black light rays burst from their bodies. At that moment, James realized how stupid he had been. He only knew how to cast evil spirits but was completely oblivious to how to use them effectively. “The Quasar Lightning is not bad.” Clayton grabbed a Quasar Lightning and observed it. Then, he merged it with the purple flames from the ground, turning it into a purple-red flame ball.

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.