Wizard King Black Clover Novels & Stories

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

She hoped in her heart that it would not be another disappointing date like the previous one. Just as she was about to begin climbing the stairs to the entrance of the building, she came to a complete stop as a shiny black and sleek looking Motorcycle with a loud roaring sound approached and stopped in front of the front door. But it was the driver of that motorcycle, who took off his helmet to reveal this familiar gorgeous golden brown hair cut short, those intense blue eyes, and a handsome face, that kept her standing still and looking.

The stranger slapped forth a palm, and his terrifyingly-vast Inner Breath surged like a jet, delivering a power jet of magical energy that shattered the saber and quivered even the air, before he drove a fist through the helpless warrior's chest. A Human King?! Fear and disbelief gripped the warriors. The hooded strangers in black cloaks were all Human Kings, and they brazenly displayed the entirety of their powers with hardly any reservations, ruthlessly murdering any warrior within their sights. It did not take long for blood to flow like a brook. Strangely, the blood did not seep into the soil nor did it flow down the slopes; as if drawn by an invisible force, they instead flowed towards

But… He didn't have any friends. Sol was the heir of the Lustburg kingdom. Only another heir of either a church or kingdom could match him. He had never met the current holy daughter of Castitas. Chloe hesitated a little, even though she couldn't read his mind, she could feel the eagerness in his voice, she wasn't the smartest of the bunch, but she also understood a little of what he was feeling. After all, before meeting that redhead–she also felt a little lonely. "My name is Clover. Clover Industria. I am the daughter of Iris Industria as well as a paladin in training and the holy daughter of Industria. Those close to me call me Chloe as it was my original name before being sanctified."

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

Even though the flame did not make contact with his hand, it was clear that he had complete control of it because it did not move at all. Hendrick's eyes were closed. As he furrowed his brows more intently, his lines and wrinkles became more apparent. Jennifer was startled when the blinds of the glass door started to move as if the door was not closed and air could come inside with a rush. However, that door was closed. Hendrick was a very old man. But Jennifer could say that he was the most powerful wizard in the world. The man who was able to change the laws of nature was someone who possessed an incredible amount of ability.

, he said. "Oh! Thank goodness!", Diana thanked. But little did she know, the Lore king was no ordinary, he had a great power within him and a dark secret. He wasn't entirely a lore, he still had humanity in him. But this humanity was fading away, day by day and to conserve it, he wanted another human beside him. An arrow was shot on his carriage. He came out see, and saw some archers. The carriage driver stood in front of him. Another arrow was shot at him, but it passed through the carriage driver's chest, but still no damage to him.

Winter was over and there was no snow outside, but the temperature was freezing. "Wooh! You don't want to go outside Jace," Kaizer said and he continued walking out to the balcony. His red hair, not too long but not too short swayed through the wind with grace. It swept off his bangs and it cleared his well-cared face. His back was perfect with his famous sword on guard hanging there like it was nothing but a light backpack. He dug a deep breath and shouted: "WINK!" Then he bailed out of the window.

Whenever wizards are going on battle, they put on black cloth. "Are you using sword also?", I asked him as I saw a sword on his hand also 'You ought not to surprise with that', he said. I saw the warrior so called Jack. He came out of a room to where we are staying. He had really changed to go he looked the previous day. I was so surprised about his looking. He is huge, strongly looking and his six pack is not something someone can underestimate.