World Tree Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

“It’s okay, Arlo. We know your mother messed with your memories and probably planted all kinds of traps to lead you astray. We’ll keep trying. One thing every area you’ve led us to has in common, are very large yew trees. Most of the forest is made up of beech and rowan trees, the yews are scarce. Plus they’re associated with magic. I think if we can mark their locations on a map, we may find the place that keeps sliding out of your head.” Arlo pulled me in for a kiss, tilting my head all the way back so I could look up at his tall frame. “Gorgeous, sexy and a genius. I won the mating lottery,” he murmurs huskily, toying with the buttons of my shirt. “Oh dear, one of those seem to have slipp

A familiar sensation of paws meeting earth replaced the awkward gait of two-legged steps. Ella had shifted. We ran into the woods, snow crunching under our paws. The ground was blanketed in a thick layer of snow, the kind that sparkled under moonlight but turned treacherous beneath the weight of careless footsteps. Trees towered around us—gnarled, leafless, ancient. Their bark was ashen gray, and strange fungi glowed faintly in places, feeding on the dark magic that saturated the earth. Druvo’s forest wasn’t ordinary. It was part of the Veilroot—a stretch of forest that connected this world with the Dark World. Veilroot was known for its ever-shifting paths and unpredictable energies. Only t

I stare at them until my eyes blur, then force myself to move. The satchel waits by the bed. I repack it carefully—food, waterskin, the black tome wrapped in one of Mother’s spare shawls so the leather won’t chafe against anything else. I hesitate over the cloak. It’s heavy, warm, the color of midnight rain. Mother made it herself, wove protection charms into every stitch. I pull it around my shoulders and feel the faint hum of old magic against my skin. Not enough to save her. Maybe enough to help me survive. I press my palm to the inner bark. The tree remembers me. A seam opens, slow and reluctant, as though it doesn’t want to let me go. I slip out into the garden.

All black trees were supposed to have been destroyed when Bjorn’s father conquered this land. Flying over the grove of trees, I can barely see the tops of the black trees beneath the higher tree top canopy. The legend is that they do not need as much sunshine to grow. They feed off the blessings of volva and blood sacrifices. I’m not sure how much of that I believe. What plant could thrive with nothing more than a witch’s blessing? I know of no living being that could survive on that. As we are circling above, he heads back to the farm and I follow. There are fresh tracks in the mud, leading into the woods. Who would go into the woods at this time of night?

We reached Blackwood territory as the sun kissed the horizon. The land was wrong. Corrupted. Trees grew twisted and black. The earth smelled like rot and old blood. This place used to be sacred ground. Now it was a graveyard. Kade stopped at the border. His whole body went rigid. “I can feel them,” he whispered. “My pack. Their bones. Their spirits. They are trapped here. Bound to this place by dark magic.” “Can you communicate with them?” I asked.

David explained with bright eyes. I couldn't determine if he was telling the truth or lying to me, but I still drained the entire bowl in a single breath. I wanted to see the divine tree no matter the cost. It didn't take long for me to feel dizzy after drinking the black concoction. I could also feel my strength draining from my limbs. The men helped me onto the sedan chair before using a strip of black cloth to blindfold me. I felt the sedan chair being lifted up. It swayed from side to side as the men carried me into the forest.

It's a mixture of both. I turned to look at Ashton who walked past the cafeteria. He's making it harder and harder for me to like him. "Brayden? You okay?" Chloe asked, waving a hand in front of my face. I nodded. "Yeah." I replied. "What were you guys talking about again?" Chloe turned to Carter. "Well, he was talking about..." "Fluffy pink unicorns." He said. "They're cute." And until the bell rang, Chloe and I were listening and laughing about what Carter has to say.

ZAHIR As I rode through the dense forest under the cloak of night, the moon's ethereal glow guiding my path, a sense of both anticipation and urgency pulsed within me. The imminent threat of the plague that loomed over my kingdom demanded a swift resolution, and I sought the aid of the legendary sorceress who dwelled deep within these woods. The towering trees stood like ancient sentinels, their branches reaching towards the starlit sky, casting intricate patterns of shadows upon the forest floor. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, as though the very essence of magic danced within the darkness.

The hiding of the clan, however, is the real horror of this world I now live in. The Blackclaw clan hides in the space between worlds, or so I’ve eavesdropped/heard Krono explain one time. On one side, the clan borders the dark forest of a world full of monsters. It is said that the dark forest hides vampires, extinct in be human world, witches and warlocks like Krono, and other human myths come to life. It is said that Lorez found a magical stone that teleported him to this world, where he first met Krono. From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began.

The floating island of books shook violently. Underneath, the white void kept rising, swallowing everything like a starving sea. That storm ahead—a screaming wall of black clouds and purple lightning—looked ready to tear them apart. And in the middle of all that, the path split. One road gleamed cold and blue with computer code and metal. That was the World of Science. The other road shimmered with floating purple stones and glowing, faded symbols. That was the World of Magic. “We can’t do this, Julian!” Maya shouted, the wind ripping her voice straight from her throat.