Novel & Cerita Strongest In Black Clover

My voice cracked as I spoke. They advanced with silver eyes and sharp claws, watching me like I was prey. Just before they could get any closer, something shifted. The atmosphere changed. Tension surged through the air like invisible lightning. A hot gust of wind burst from the far end of the parking garage, slamming into the strange men and forcing them back a step by sheer force. Then came heavy, deliberate footsteps. Tap. Tap. Tap. “I warned you... stay away from her.” His voice rumbled like thunder held back by storm clouds. Cold. Flat. But powerful enough to press down on my chest and make my knees want to buckle.

’ Sam landed a powerful strike on Kayson, and an explosion sounded out. Everyone turned their heads toward them, and Edward, the strongest person here aside from Kayson, was stunned. This was because Kayson did not budge at all. Sam was equally stunned. He said incredulously, “How is this possible!?” This attack was able to kill a peak-stage energy fighter. After all, this attack was known as the Bone Crusher. It was one of the strongest attacking moves in Cloudia Paragon. However, it did not have any effect on the man in front of him. It was like a stone that had fallen into a sea did not create a single ripple at all.

Ace’s voice rang out from the opposite side of the ring. My eyes widened in absolute shock. I knew Ace was strong, he had saved me in the woods, after all…. but this was Draven he was challenging. Elin had told me repeatedly that Draven was considered the strongest wolf in all of Blackthorn but then again, Ace had lived in exile, and not even Elin knew the true depth of his history but still, as he stepped toward the boundary of the arena, I couldn't help the cold dread that washed over me.

And some were more than friends. I have been very close with Clayton Black. The next Alpha of the Black pack. He was different from the other ‘soon to be Alpha’s’, while others belittle my capacity to be a leader, Clayton always finds ways to encourage me at all times. We go a long way back, they used to own the farm beside ours and we used to play when we were little.

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.

"My lady , are you tired ? Would you like to go back ?" "No I am fine . Tell me one thing captain Barg ." "Just call me Barg my lady . And yes of course you can ask ." "Who is the strongest knight among all of them ?" "Well the strongest should be the young member of black squad . He is an orphan ." "Tell me more ." "He joined the knights order six years ago and is now already promoted from a rookie to a senior knight . His name's Ray I think ." "A..are you sure ?" "Um yes my lady ."

Now, everyone was going to reap the seed that Jonathan sowed. “They’re in the building! Everyone, run! They’re killing everyone in their path!” Someone was shouting loudly, warning people who already knew they were doomed to die today. My heartbeat raced as I opened the first door to my right and ran in. I ran straight toward the grand closet and hid myself inside. My breathing was so heavy and loud that I had to use my hand to cover my mouth. The Black Moon pack were the ones attacking us. They were the strongest pack in the Werewolf Realm. They only raided and usurped packs whose members offended them in one way or the other. They never acted unless provoked.

I got up and slammed my sword into the Ashborn’s back again and again, until he dropped. Cole fell next to him, panting. I noticed that his wounds were already healing. I glanced towards Jon and could see he was still fighting the last one. The one who wielded a club. I had always thought he was the strongest one. This was after we defeated the first one who had a teleportation ability. That bastard wasn't callen after all. I narrowed my eyes, the club wielder was a monster of a man, he was big, strong. And he swung the club like it weighed nothing, smashing at the ground, trying to crush Jon.

White witches are the most powerful in their berserk state when they are very angry, they are also mortal enemies with the scarlet witch. The third one is the black witches and they are the weakest and the most neutral among the three species. They are known for their open and neutral personality, they never participate in any struggle for power and they don't interfere with any other matters that was not related to their clans. They use black magic as well. They maintain a very low profile and neutral relationship with other clans and species, so they are the simplest among the witches species. They only have a slightly better relationship with the white witch clan but it was just a little

But to contradict it, I am not really used to this atmosphere. I look at the Alpha once again, I don't feel this feeling when I am in front of the Gideon we knew. He is much more powerful than Gideon and I don't know if it's the same with the Cravens. I know that the Cravens are also strong but when I saw them reacted a while ago? Sir Shiloh almost retreated as a sign of defense and I don't know but the Cravens are also distant about this man. Maybe, just maybe—this guy, the true Gideon himself, is stronger than the Cravens, the strongest of all the vampires and the most powerful clans among the vampire society.