Witches Black Clover Novels & Stories

It was closer to the mountains. Then there was the western part where the streams were three. The area was also cold but not like the southern part. The advantage of that part was the black market where witches, mostly white witches, sell their products to the wolves and humans who were slaves of the elite wolves. White witches were like humans as they didn't use black magic like the black witches. They were good witches opposite of their sisters and brothers , the black witches. As naive as they were, the witches never knew that I was aware of their existence at the black market which was launched in Wednesdays of every week, the same day that we held our pack meetings.

Deciding to be careful, I use a simple camouflaging charm over myself. It is a basic defensive charm, nothing like the Dark-Magic-fuelled Cloak that Ann and I used to hide from the assassins. The Cloak shrouds the person completely in darkness, rendering them totally invisible to prying eyes. But it can only be used at night, and it is powered by Dark Magic, which as Venusian Witches, we aren’t supposed to use.

“What did Willam tell you child?” Ivy tilted her head. “Well that we originated from the isles where the witch trails were and that we are all witches.” Freda hummed in response a small smirk on her lips. “That is all is true, open that trunk.” Ivy’s gaze settles on the large leather trunk stained in a red dye. The metal detailing in a gold colour, faded and scuffed. It had clearly been around for a long time. Collecting dust passed on from generations.

“Let’s make it more fun.” A sinister laugh escaped the corner of her lips. She snapped her fingers. The clouds cleared, revealing her people suspended in the air. They were all dressed in black like Morgana, with horns on their heads. They all descended to the ground, landing heavily with a strong breeze almost sweeping us away. “Those are all evil witches,” Nyx said. The evil witches threw three black balls of fire at us, some hitting the good witches and knocking them to the ground. I quickly created a protective shield above everyone.

`One mistake and they don’t come home. He won’t make one. But neither will they. Because the rogues didn’t come alone. “Witches!” someone shouts from the right flank. My stomach drops. Five figures step out from between the trees behind the rogue line. Not in the front. Never in the front. They let the wolves bleed first. Women. Cloaks the color of bark and rot. Their hands aren’t empty. One lifts her palm and the air goes thick. Arrows that were flying toward the rogues slow midair, then fall.

THIRD-PERSON POV Miranda and the others had been stuck in Opal's cottage for two relentless days, and still the werewolf-witch hybrid could not find a single thing in the Book of the Gods that could undo whatever cosmic joke had swapped Nigel and Miranda's bodies. Noah had left the night before to return to his pack, and Opal had not slept since. When she finally slammed the enormous book shut, the sound echoed through the cottage stirring everybody's anticipation. The look in her eyes told the entire room everything they did not want to hear.

They hesitated for a moment, but she insisted, and they finally agreed. Bella was out buying some local herbs when she recognized two men causing a scene at a nearby store. "How dare you step on my toe!" one of them yelled, grabbing an elderly man by the shirt. She recognized them immediately - they were members of the Bloodcrest pack, the same pack that had ambushed her and the shadowfang months ago. A knot of fear formed in her stomach. She didn't want to get involved, but she couldn't just walk away either.

“To take down the council. Master works with forty witches of the Black Clove Coven.” The name made my eyes narrow. Black Clove. A coven I had never heard of. That should not have been possible. I know every coven in the region. Their lineages, their alliances, their practices. For one to exist in my territory without my knowledge meant it had been carefully hidden, or it was very new. Both possibilities were dangerous. “What drives him?” I pressed. “Master was wounded,” Dylan whispered. “He wants revenge.”

Then Merlin blacked out, for the second time that night. ****************************** Zeke had been sitting in the chair, listening to the two witches talking when suddenly all the sounds faded away and all he could hear was Onika's voice. Her voice was low and sultry, sending shivers down his spine and he felt himself stir and harden in his trousers. Then he heard her mutter the word "sleep" and everything went dark and he was falling through empty space, his limbs spread out, searching uselessly for something to hold onto. He tried shifting into his wolf form but couldn't and he fought back a wave of panic that threatened to engulf him as he peered into the darkness surrounding him. Thin

There was something else too, something black and dull. "Honey," I whispered as I gently moved her to arms length. "I think I found something." She released me as I put my hands into the coffin. Pushing through the tiny skeleton I wiped away the rotted fabric. I found it! This was the witches' bottle that they sought. The power of an entire coven hidden away. The remains of a mother buried with her child.