Void Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

Since Shu Clan is not very far, riding on horses was more appropriate since the fog affects spiritual energy one must cover their face while passing and try their best not to inhale the fog. 'Fog? It must be there to keep us away. Whoever he is, he is pretty strong in dark magic.' Megara thought and rode her horse beside Chief Azure of the Healer valley. Her eyes wandered around the mass of people riding on their horses. Her eyes paused on a familiar figure riding on a black stallion. He was wearing a black cloak that swayed in the air with each step the stallion took forward.

The clinic was drenched in the metallic scent of blood, sweat, and burned magic. Livia lay limp, her chest finally rising with smoother breaths, though her skin was pale as death itself. Florita staggered back, her hands shaking violently. Blood trickled from her nose now, joining the smear across her lips, but her eyes were open, glowing faintly as she confirmed what the others could already sense— The black magic had been pushed back. The healers collapsed first, falling to the floor one by one, coughing violently as blood sprayed across their hands. Some leaned against the walls, others curled on the ground, their bodies trembling from exhaustion. Their strength had been drained, and stil

“Before I forget it!” I purse my lips and brace for impact. The instant Klevon increases his magic output and the instant, he tightens his arms around me; I press my palm against the barrier and push my magic point-black into in. It is magic so condensed that it takes the form of a needle–small but very sharp.

A beautiful woman standing behind her came forward, brandishing a dagger at the sky. She seemed to be the queen of all black magicians. "My families!! tonight will be the beginning of our triumph! We will no longer need to hide and will become stronger with their blood!" she said with a laugh and pointed at the children and captive Glaze hunters. She held up his index finger and cast a deadly magic, the violets.

His eyes have dark circles as if he hasn’t slept in days. A man in green responds. “No Amadeus.” The girl next to me perks up at the voice, she recognizes this guy. So she’s with the green cloaks. “Chaos magic is an abomination. No one should have that kind of power! Your coven is breeding Chaos to overthrow our High Priestess.” The man shouts, spittle flying. I can taste his fear on the wind. He’s afraid of the black cloaks having too much Chaos power.

The title etched on the cover caught my eye, sending a chill down my spine: The Lineage of the Blackhollow Coven. Curiosity and unease warred within me as I opened the book. The pages shimmered faintly, a subtle glow that hinted at the magic infused within them. It wasn’t just a history - it was alive, recording the lives of those within the Blackhollow bloodline as they unfolded. My breath hitched as my name appeared in delicate, glowing script, right above Aurora’s. The sight made my heart ache and swell simultaneously.

king Crowell commanded as his guards tried to encroach my space, the guards tried to outsmart me by trying to attack at the same time, and it almost worked out for them but they were no match for a sorcerer of my caliber, as four of the guards tried to get closer to me, I lifted my head to the sky and spoke inaudibly as I chanted my spells repeatedly “Renderli sordi…. Renderli sordi… Renderli sordi…” I continued The guards began to fall to their knees as they felt the wrath of my spells, they felt a sharp pain through their temples as none of them could stand up straight again, this excruciating pain tormented them even more as time went on, I have exceeded the boundaries now, I had to, it w

the woman replied with a humming sound. Levy then gulped and asked the guardian, “ Are you really certain that my blood is superior to yours maybe you are making a mistake?” “ That cannot be so, the magic which the black mage used last night is a long-forgotten magic of transferring half the soul of a person into that of a voodoo doll, that magic had been sealed by the guardians because if left unattended in the hands of the dark witches, they will certainly create chaos without restraints. For him to perform that magic, it only means that he had the blood of a guardian witch, if not —— a strand of hair or nail would have done the deed, there was no need for him to work so hard to get your b

He adjusted my hair back into the cap, his fingers brushing against my scalp in a way that made it hard to think straight. He met my submissive gaze after, and slowly shook his head, knowing. Then he fixed his own shirt, calm and collected, while I tried to steady myself. He was just bullying me at this point. Leaving his villa, we moved side by side toward the Black Market beneath a moonless sky. Blackcroft slept, yet the air was thick with the reek of magic. “This is the best time to cultivate,” I whispered, and only then realized that the words had come not from thought, but from a memory of another life.

I asked Leo, my voice full of despair. “Let’s stabilize him first, and then…” Before he could finish, the sound of hoofbeats echoed outside the cottage. Leo looked out the window, on high alert. “Someone’s here.” Three riders in black cloaks appeared in the yard. They wore the silver insignia of the Elder Council on their chests. The Enforcers. “By order of the Wolf Elder Council!” the lead rider announced loudly. “Rylan Blackwood is charged with the use of forbidden dark magic, a violation of the highest Wolf Code! Surrender the criminal immediately!”