Who Attacked The Elves Black Clover Novels & Stories

No matter how easy it was, before these people could enter the auditorium and make an attack, they must be helped by someone in the pack or the pack mansion to hide their identity. Who was it? Who was helping them? Arriving at the second segment, a black-clothed man charged at me, and I dodged, slashing his back with my weapon, and his body stumbled forward. Before he could react, I sank my already morphed fingernails into his neck, ignoring the mountain of blood that poured out of the wound before his body fell. I hurried towards a short Elder who was advantaged against another black-clothed man and quickly took the man down with a swing of my sword.

I asked Christopher, confused why he was pulling me away from the battle. “Because I have a plan to get into the building while the war is being fought on the opposite side of the building. I have the maps memorized and I have a plan.” Christopher tells me and I trust that he knows what he is doing and I decide to follow him. In the distance I could hear the wolves and the hybrids as they battled it out and I could see that the wolves were winning. Then I see huge dogs that were in a blaze of fire attacking the men in cloaks. They were holding their own but the men in the black cloaks were using a black mist to fight them off.

With just me and the perfect silence in the room, I couldn’t help but brood. I could remember just exactly how it started about a month ago. I was in a meeting with the council of Elders when a sudden news had come to me that we were under an attack. Thinking that it was one of the usual attacks of some packs trying to show their powers by attacking us, I and some warriors had rushed to the scene. But what had we met? The soldiers of Blue Heart Pack were falling and dying all around. The worst part was no one could see who or whatever was attacking them. It was just an invisible force killing them all like animals.

I asked Christopher, confused why he was pulling me away from the battle. “Because I have a plan to get into the building while the war is being fought on the opposite side of the building. I have the maps memorized and I have a plan.” Christopher tells me and I trust that he knows what he is doing and I decide to follow him. In the distance I could hear the wolves and the hybrids as they battled it out and I could see that the wolves were winning. Then I see huge dogs that were in a blaze of fire attacking the men in cloaks. They were holding their own but the men in the black cloaks were using a black mist to fight them off.

"Chloe is not a pawn in your power games, Caleb. Leave now, or face the consequences." Caleb's eyes narrowed, and without warning, he lunged at Jonas, his transformation into a werewolf swift and brutal. The clash of fur and fang echoed through the night as the two werewolves grappled in a frenzied dance. The moonlit clearing became a battleground, shadows cast by the violent struggle. Chloe, caught in the crossfire, felt a surge of fear and adrenaline. Instinct kicked in, and she searched for a way to help Jonas. Her eyes darted to a fallen branch, and with determination, she picked it up, ready to defend herself if needed.

For our future. An arrow whizzed by me and hit the attacker I was going for. The thud of the object against his back, penetrating the layers of armour startled the Dark Elf that was looking at me with bloodshot eyes under his helmet. Their skin was darker than Pernwél’s ivory one, giving a blue-ish glow to their complexion. Their ears were pointier, than the elves I had met until now. I noticed as the Elf before me was struggling to get his helmet off in the pursuit of oxygen. The poison had reached his bloodstream and he was fighting the suffocating effect of the lethal plant concoction.

But before she could say anything, they screamed in terror, even floundering as they collapsed on the floor. “Don't hurt us! Please, go!" they said. Liam pulled Amora with a suspicious look and glared. "What have you done to them?" She shrugged and panicked. "I am not doing anything. I just smiled at them.” "Maybe your smile is deadly." Doron fell silent as Liam glared at him. After that, he questioned the three prisoners loud enough for them to finally admit something. "A man wearing a black cloak," said the bald man. "And he attacked our headquarters."

His words faded into a distant which made Isabelle and Andrius come to him. “Father…” “Senior Council…” The two attended their father and didn’t realized what their father is meaning to say. Because of Andrius’ anger, he kicked the chair which caused Elias to struggle. He caught his breathe and tried to loosen the rope. Everyone gasped at the sight, and all of a sudden, a numbers of outsiders wearing a black masks attacked the warriors. People were starting to disperse from the crowd. A man went to Elias’ direction and put him down on the floor.

Something inside him reacting before his mind could catch up. They stopped. The forest went quiet. Too quiet. No birds. No wind. No movement. Just— stillness. Then— a sound. Soft. Behind them. One of the guards turned— too late. The attack came fast. Not loud. Not chaotic. Precise. Figures moved through the trees like shadows. Cloaked. Masked. Not wolves. Not fully human either. Something in between. And all of them— their focus locked on one person. Eli.

Bouncers had locked the front door to make sure the attackers wouldn’t escape, while the bar staff helped the patrons evacuate through the back door, making sure that the human ones wouldn’t remember anything they saw. There were eleven elves involved in the attack, males and females, all dressed in dark purple cloaks. Coralis was about to kill a fifth one, a redheaded female, but Prince Hendrick told her to keep her alive. She rendered her unconscious, and Prince Hendrick ordered one of his guards to take her to the dungeon. “Thank you for helping. You didn’t have to, so that’s very appreciated,” said Prince Hendrick. “No problem. Mind if I borrow a phone? I’ll pay for the long distance.”