World Tree Magic Black Clover Novels & Stories

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

Alpha Ares stood in the heart of the magical dungeon, his imposing figure shrouded by a cloak that seemed to be woven from the fabric of darkness itself. The cloak, black as a moonless night, billowed around him, its edges seemingly dancing in an otherworldly breeze. It exuded an aura of dread and malevolence, as if it were a living entity feeding on the fears of those who dared to gaze upon it.

What does it mean? Sorens already started shaking his head. “My queen, you don’t understand. The forgotten world is the only thing we can remember from that time, every other thing has been mixed with fantasy and falseness. It is just a myth that has been reformed and retold too many times. Not a lot remained of the real story. Some people say in the forbidden world, magic existed, Trees could talk. Nature could commune with humans and a plague which made fathers to kill mothers and sons to kill fathers existed but we don’t know anything about it.”

“Currently, the Undying Clan ahead is performing a sacrifice. All the Undying Clan members are bleeding, their blood flowing toward a large bizarre tree. The huge eerie tree is pitch-black, and its trunk is covered with lumps. By the way, it can also bloom some kind of flower... like colorful mushrooms. Do you guys know what kind of tree is that?” “Could it be the Earth-devouring Tree of Netherworld?!” Lena exclaimed. “What tree?” Alex was taken aback for a moment. “This happens to be information my ancestors passed down,” Lena repeated. “In fact, this Earth-devouring Tree of Netherworld is not a tree, but a monster from the Undying Clan. Rumor has it that it has inseparable ties with the ki

I asked. The old woman cleared her throat and spoke, “This is the world of Majika. Where every one of us that lives in this place has magic. Majika World has split into two; the world of Mage, where you are now, and the other is the world of Black Wizards. Black Wizards are the mortal enemy of the Mages. The Black Wizards use black magic, and it is harmful. And witch wizards curse our town, and tonight we will all transform into wolves, whether young or adults. That’s because of that witch’s curse.” the old woman explained sadly. That’s so sad. "Is there any way you can get rid of the curse?" I asked. I wanted to help them undo the curse.

“22th of Month of Dormancy (February).HAHAAHAHA it was funny! How could the church and magic tower hide this fact though? I mean it would greatly benefit them. I have discovered that to increase into a much more higher realm than a highest-teir rank for mages is the Archmage. They were three options, first is to master and be one with the nature, you are nature and the nature is you type. I’m not very keen of this one but it was kinda helpful ascending me into an high-tier mage. The second is to eat a fruit of life from the world tree. This is one of the closest impossible things to happen. The legend of the world tree still remains a legend. Not even the elves who were once and are the keep

In the end, only left the Sacred Human Warrior Elish and the Black Elf necromancer Aysha of the loving group of friends. After many twists of fate, all race of Black Elfs was near to destruction because of the decline of the sacred tree that protects Black Elf's race. In this world, there are four trees sacred at every cardinal point in the world, which tree defends a race. The people who the sacred trees protect are known as the peoples of the forests. Black Elfs, Beastmen, Elfs, and Fairies are the people from the forest with the tree from the Black Elfs in danger it was almost right that they would be eliminated from this world unless that a sacred item would reappear in the world and be

The wind howled as if it was mourning the dead. Lyra tightened her cloak around her shoulders, eyes scanning the rough horizon. The once-beautiful stretch of wild valleys known as the Blightlands now resembled a barren wound. Shards of blackened stone jutted from the earth like bones, and the sky above swirled with clouds that pulsed an unnatural crimson at the edges. Magic. Old, untamed, and wrong.

"It wasn't a normal highway. It was an old, cracked asphalt path covered in overgrown weeds, hidden behind a thicket of pine trees. And there was a scent... even through the magic, I remember the smell of damp sulfur and blood." I stood up, my frame towering over her as I stepped into her space. "The maps of the northern ridge are blank, Mariam. There's a cloaking spell. How do I bypass the tree line?" "There's a marker," she said, her chest heaving. "A massive, split-peak boulder where the boundary fence ends. The car didn't go around it—it went through the shadow of it. Whoever is controlling the magic left a tear in the veil there so the puppets could pass through. And... I remember a sou

"Step where I step." We moved deeper into the woods. The trees here were wrong. Their bark was black and slick, oozing a sap that smelled like copper. The leaves were gray. This place had been touched by dark magic centuries ago, twisted during the First War. Snap. Ashren froze mid-step. He didn't turn around. He slowly reached back and pushed me behind a large oak tree. "Don't breathe," he mouthed. I pressed my back against the rough bark, my hand covering my mouth.