Who Killed The Elves In Black Clover Novels & Stories

She’d seen the glint of malice in their masked eyes, the cold precision of their movements. One hunter, his crossbow aimed squarely at Kael’s chest, had been about to release his shot. Elara had thrown herself forward, a desperate gamble, her own body a shield. The poisoned dart had struck her shoulder, sending a searing wave of agony through her. She’d cried out, stumbling back, but her resolve had not faltered. Kael’s roar of pure, unadulterated rage had been a sound that shook the very mountains. He’d lunged, his fangs bared, a whirlwind of fury that tore through the hunters with a savagery that left no room for mercy. He’d ripped and torn, his primal power unleashed, until the last of th

They circled me as they walked menacingly toward me. “7 against 1, huh? Isn’t that a little unfair?” I said as I drew back with Dylan and an unconscious Nora. I was nearing the edge of a cliff. Suddenly, they began to drop dead. I turned to find Zen and Hercules with bloody hands. They had ripped their hearts apart. They did that in a blur. “I knew I could count on you guys,” I smirked. The last person saw what had happened to the others, and he began to retreat. He didn’t go far until the chief of the army shot him down with a gun.

They grappled, strength against strength, and for a moment it was uncertain who would win. Then Eloise was there, her gun pressed to the man's temple. "Let him go," she said quietly. The man didn't. Eloise pulled the trigger. The body dropped. Kael and Eloise stood there, breathing hard, covered in blood that wasn't theirs, and for just a moment their eyes met. "Thank you," Kael said. "You're welcome," Eloise replied. *** On the edge of the battlefield, Katherine, Eden, and Eliana's chanting reached a fever pitch.

Unsteady on my feet, as though I had only recently learnt to walk. The man scooted towards toddler me, and turned to face Mum, blocking her/my view as Mum jumped up and speared the elf right through the neck as he jumped over the log. She ripped out the spear, then threw it, aiming at the second Obsidian elf and hitting him right in the chest. “Are there any more?” she said to the man urgently. He shook his head. “No. Thank you.” His voice was deep and gravelly. He slumped back down to the ground, panting.