Lightning Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

I pause when a burst of lightning explodes so close the heat of it singes my eyelashes, and Zayn appears in horrific glory–a swirling, utterly furious vortex of wind, rain, and pure… power. I can’t believe it. I’m having a really hard time accepting what I’m seeing and feeling the force of magic at play. Zayn whips his hand toward the Grand Wizard. A bolt of lightning crashes into the old man and sends him toppling into the only wall left, which cracks upon impact. “Zayn!” I cry out, but my voice is ripped from my lips by the wind, drowned out the second his name leaves my tongue. The Grand Wizard holds his hand out toward Zayn and twists his wrist. Zayn bends back, shouting in pain.

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.

A wizard that can par to Marvellion Ancienterre. Here he is, been mocked by this insolent kid. A disrespectful brat. He will show this kid that he shall be feared. A black solid ball wrapped by a very prominent intensifying lightning formed on his right palm. This is the full force of his magic; supreme ultimate sacred magic: Enoxial bemothe.

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-"

This time, I sent him all the light magic powers I had in Me, screaming. "This is for Lyla" his expression changed when he heard Lyla, but I couldn't care I gave it all I had. I didn't stop until I started seeing the darkness disappear little by little until I could see them no more. Zane ended up turning to Ash and evaporating just as the darkness.

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.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

There were dark veins all over her face and her eyes were pure black. “Dark magic” she muttered, how could she have gotten black magic when it was banned in the village. “This is my ceremony in the first place, I am the first born daughter and not Hazel, yet you denied me of my birthright!” Molly sent a fully charged bolt of lightning to her mother and Lorraine sent back hers, they were at it for a while until Lorraine lost balance and she got struck, she fell to the ground with a loud thud and the guests all scattered.