Witches Black Clover Novels & Stories

Tate says. “Don’t thank me, little brother. This is going to be ugly. You will stay near me, or my parents. Don’t make me regret this decision.” “I won’t.” We all meet up at the Holstin Enterprise offices at 3am. The witches, including Avery, Amir, and a few others as well as Meadow and Tate are all dressed in black. The wolves are all dressed in breakaway clothing, meant for when the wolves have to shift quickly. We pile into the vans and head over to the castle. This time, we park farther away and we quietly make our way to the castle.

unknown’s pov. Mckenny and Grace walked in wondering who was talking. The sky suddenly became darker than it had been a while earlier. From within the black gates, he saw them walk over to him, 3 they were all dressed in white garments and black robes. “They are here,” the middle witch says, taking out her wand. Mckenny never thought the scene before him would be something he would ever come across. The witches of the great mountain were not those to be messed with. They were not only the strongest but held secrets worth destroying the world. The closer they got to him, the more energetic he felt. It was more like something from within him was getting ready to surface.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

I began to follow, running past the dry twigs and trees. I was getting closer and I knew it. I could feel the dark glow that soared in the air. I paused on my movement, the instant my eyes caught eight humans dressed in black cloaks. From their looks, they are all male, masked with magic. 'Witches I see' My inner voice chipped, warming up for a fight. I needed to take out this fury I felt. These bastards were the one responsible for the massacre. They killed the Nhermis Clan.

*** No idea if it was burning rage or the pure climate that came with the night, tonight, the woods felt colder. My cloak clung to me, heavy with dampness. Every step cracked a twig or crunched a leaf, the sound loud against the oppressive hush that settled over the trees. When I reached the clearing, they were already there. The other witches, their hoods pulled low. “You come again,” one of them rasped, her voice sharp and high pitched. “Impatient, Clara?”

She only let out a sharp, dry laugh. “Make me.” Before I could move, she looked over her shoulder and screamed a command. “Witches, appear before me at once!” The air suddenly turned ice-cold. From the shadows of the surrounding, figures began to emerge. They were draped in heavy, tattered black cloaks that dragged against the blood-soaked floor. As they got closer, my blood ran cold. Thick, dark blood streamed down their pale faces like tears. Their eyes were nothing but hollow pits of blackness, void of any humanity. It was gore in its purest form, a sight that made my skin crawl.

Alice said in a worried tone. "It would take them something to reach here, unlike how you could simply open a portal to get here. The black witches can't because of the magic placed around the Cave. Even a powerful white witch has their power suppressed around the Spell" Johnathan said, his hand was on his chin and his face looked like he was thinking of an Apparent solution. A shrill groan from behind made all three of them turn around, to see where or who it was coming from. Three women, with Dark Cloak on. Stood a few feets away. Their faces were not visible because of how the Cloak covered them up.

“For now we watch and gather what we can. Rage alone will not free them.” She rose and called for Sendro and Laclam next. When the two men arrived, she had the sealed crate from the Whitefang delivery brought in and set on the table. “This is the new product the witches are circulating,” she said. “They’re calling it Wolfesia. The Blacklores are already using it. I need everything you can learn, ingredients, effects, how it works. Leave nothing unexamined.” Sendro and Laclam exchanged a single glance. Both nodded.

In times they said that its origin was the treasure chest of the mermaids and it had powers when immersed in water hit by the sun. - Great pleasure! — The visitors said. — Pirates, looking for jewels, the most valuable... — Lakayna commented with a smile. —Are you a witch? — Igor whispered as he noticed. Witches had a very strong aura and energy. Lakyana smiled mischievously. — I thought they didn't notice! — Broom commented Zeuck: — Maybe you could join us on the trip! — Zeuck suggested. - No!! I have already found my home. — Broom kissed his wife's hand. — I have a beautiful wife, children and…

when he stopped and wiped his tears away he looked at me "My dear no magic, manifest or herbal is used anywhere in the world without my knowledge, the witches were suddenly cloaking their little coven to all but humans and were using herbs to lock someone's gifts of course I had to see why, imagine my shock to see that the wolf kings daughter was hiding a small child that was both wolf and vampire." He stands walking to his book shelf and pulling out a very large book. When he opened it he looked at it funny then began to pat his chest and look in drawers. "ehem" I fake cleared my throat "on your head?" he reached up and pulled a pair of bifocals from his hair,