Wizard King Black Clover Novels & Stories

He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of his royal attire. Beneath the cloak, his gold-inlaid armor gleamed faintly under the soft light, every engraved pattern glowing with a muted, refined sheen. I could hear the faint, rhythmic clink of metal with each movement he made, low, steady like the heartbeat of a man whose heart had long turned to steel. A silver ring shaped like a crescent moon encircled his finger, catching the light and sending a shiver through me. It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude.

“No, this… this is something else.” The King crossed the clearing in a single stride—impossible, inhumanly fast. Blake instinctively stepped between him and Aria, his wolf flashing in his eyes despite the trembling in his hands. “Stay back,” Blake warned, voice breaking. The King didn’t even look at him. He raised one hand lazily. A wave of shadow burst from his palm and slammed into Blake like a physical blow. Blake was flung backward across the clearing, hitting the dirt with a choked gasp.

With it, he could unlock the secrets of immortality, push the boundaries of life and cheat death, and ultimately bend the world to his will without being tainted by werewolf blood or a vampire's curse of getting burned by the sun. He turned to his trusted wizard, Jacques, who stood silently by the door. Jacques was a tall, imposing figure, with a sharp, calculating mind and a fierce loyalty to the Headmaster’s cause. There was no room for doubt in his eyes as he looked at his leader, waiting for his orders.

"Excellent. Now, let's proceed with our journey. Kael?" The young beautiful boy I remembered from yesterday approached, holding an object draped in maroon fabric. "Your Majesty." "My swords," the king demanded. Kael handed over the bundle, and the king carefully unwrapped it, revealing two impeccably polished swords. The blades caught the morning light, shimmering brilliantly. A lump formed in my throat as I pondered whether the Dark King possessed the ability to read thoughts. But he was truly an unpredictable man and killing him wasn't going to be easy.

I could not figure out what kind of person he was, because what I could see in his eyes was blank. "And that's me, King Ace, King of Clovers" he said that surprise me, he is one of the kings who rule here if you look at him as king he is too kind but all I know is that king are antipsychotic and proud but he is a different king,he is kind,friendly and has a pure heart as I see in his eyes.I look at his statue again, holding his arnis in both hands and he’s crown is also taller than the first two, engraved with the sign clover. His smile says that he is kind and has a pure heart. They were all wearing crowns and were just like royal warriors.

The old man, who was none other than his father, seemed to be holding back his anger. "FELIX!" The king shouted loudly after that, calling out to someone who immediately appeared next to him. An old man with jet black hair and carrying a tube filled with green liquid in his hand. Kevin frowned, staring intently at the tube filled with liquid. "Who are you?! What are you carrying?!" Kevin asked, staring intently at the man who was now standing next to his father. "Respect to His Highness Prince Kevin. I am Felix, the greatest potions wizard in this kingdom." Felix bowed respectfully while introducing himself.

He looked different like his son and his attire was all painted in shades of black, giving him the aura of a black knight. “More than ever, we need your power, and I can only hope that it comes to a great use in the battleground.” While I was about to give the King a reply, I felt the core of the earth shaking and seeing the King's look of disbelief as he looked forward, I followed his gaze and gasped seeing the outrageous number of witches heading for the borders.

He had forgotten how stubborn his bride was. "The Vampire King is doing you a favor by advising you to leave. This is my territory and you along with the two wizards are present here without an invitation which means you are trespassing. Leave before I have you escorted out of here." At the Oak King's statement, Amell turned to face him. "And on what grounds you will escort us out?" Amell asked the wizard who looked too old to be alive. "I am Oak King. This territory belongs to me. You are gravely mistaken if you think you can conduct any business here against my wish."

I mumbled in shock-" H-how?" He looked at me with an expressionless face as he tore down Jennifer's bondage too. Jennifer smiled as she hugged him in joy. Jordan smiled caress her hair softly. I made a disgusting face looking at her. I can not believe how a normal wizard can break a spell of an Earth Witch. I stood up with a frown at them as I asked-" How did you do it?" Jordan broke the hug as he looked and replied-" I am the Elf King"

He pitied the fool who took that one on. She had a mean heart, cold eyes and calculated her actions as if everything were a game. “What has that irritated expression on your face?” The deep voice belonged to Jaded. He lifted his gaze to stare into the bright green eyes of the council member. “Do you see my hair?” “It’s lighter. That shade of brown isn’t your color.” The other guy grinned and touched his own jet-black strands. “This looks much better on you.”