Shadow Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

“Would we be able to identify the Shadow?” “Shadows have a grey Aura, in the worse cases black. The issue is their aura changes with their moods. They have unstable magic. If they are thinking thoughts of light their aura will appear white. This makes them hard to find at times. But I wouldn’t want us to find it. Not until we are prepared.”

That was when something wholly unexpected happened. She was reaching for the were's chains again when she saw the darkness around her hands begin to grow . . . deeper. Yes, "deeper" was the only thing that made sense. Shamira could see in any darkness, except that blackness which now encircled her hands resisted even her vision. Total darkness, cold and hard. It crept along her hands, then began to extend from her fingers like . . . claws. Shane's words echoed in her mind. First was the Shadow Healing, then the Shadow Jumping and Shadow Sight. The fourth Shadow Aspect was called the Shadow Claws. Four Aspects, mean the fifth --

They’re just knocked out. Once the smoke started clearing out, what they’ve seen next had all of them in awe. Z was holding her hands together, a black sleeve coiling in her arms, just as her body had been embraced by an obsidian-black almost tangible shadow, forming that of a cloak with spikes in the end, her gray hair tied in a messy bun, giving way to the creepy smirk going on about Z’s face. “Her shadow,” whispered Marjorie, her mouth wide open. “I thought she lost it.”

my head was starting to spin, this was so confusing. “Yes, you are bound by blood, but by our blood, your mothers and mine. That will only account for so much. Only Lucas and yourself can choose to complete the binding. But remember child, Lucas has been led into the darkness, blood binding it white magic in its purest kind, I’m not convinced that even you could bring him back to the light.” She gave me a sad smile. “But it is possible?” Hope evident in my voice.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

Razor thin branches slapped at our faces, stinging our ankles and any visible piece of skin. The darkness was all consuming, the shadows thick as they surrounded us like the heavy fabric of a cloak. If only they protected us the way a cloak would, if only they offered their assistance as they had numerous times in the past. Something changed since I got my magic, and that something was big enough to alter the way the shadows acted around me. In the past, they’d jump at the opportunity to be of service, to exact a price they saw most fitting. Their whispers would plague my mind, their slippery voices a haunting song of desperation, excitement, and longing.

The three members of dark-shadows all have long black hairs that reached up to their backs which they left flowing. Their body is one built like a strong tower and they leave their chest bare while their trousers hung just below their waist. Dark shadows are known for fornication and they never really have anything good to do since the split of the covens. Their coven is like a brothel. But despite it, they are still one of the strongest covens and that is because of their special ability of not been seen when they don’t want to.

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

A low, guttural hum—not a snarl, but something deeper—echoed from the forest, sending her wolf stirring beneath her skin. “Another breach!” Leo shouted, bursting into the dining hall with Damien. The team surged to their feet, racing to the foyer. Through the rune-etched windows, a dense, smoky fog rolled in, its tendrils clawing at the wards, laced with the same sinister energy as the creatures and the cloaked figure. “It’s not wolves,” Maya said, joining them, her voice tense. “It’s magic—Nightshade’s probing us again.” Damien’s voice was a growl. “The runes are weakening. We need to reinforce them.”