Albus Severus Wand Novels & Stories

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.

he said mildly, and glanced around, taking the situation in. Doran had dressed down this evening, not in his usual black-on-black ninja-esque tunic and pants but in actual jeans and a Henley. Both black, of course. He and I saw eye to eye on fashion. He was well over six feet tall, with long inky hair currently in a messy braid, and his features were handsome but odd, like he’d been created by someone who knew what a human was but hadn’t really interacted with one. He was Fenwick’s shadow, the mage who kept us all alive when real trouble came calling, and I relaxed at the sight of him. No Oregonian sorcerer was his match, even without the sword Doran usually carried. He must’ve really been o

When he walked to me, he carried one wand which was a little bend. I gasped. "Snape! Is that Bellatrix's wand?" I knew most people were either hated Bellatrix or loved her, there was no in between. She was a mean character who had used her wand to torture Alice and Frank Longbottom and God knew how many other people, but I could not help but to admire the appearance of the wand. It was unique, just like the Elder Wand, it has its own look. "Yes, it is." Hunter handed the wand to me. "Shall we?"

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

Perhaps still feeling sorry for Elizabeth, Sebastian's voice lowered, and his expression became somewhat gloomy. "Of course, I know that. So, I hope to gain the support of the warriors. You understand them better than I do, so I hope you can help me win their support." Sebastian swatted away my hand on his shoulder and snorted. "You overestimate my importance, Nathan. For the warriors, besides following Targary's orders, we believe in one thing." "What is it?" "The Arctic Wolf." Saying this, Sebastian pulled out the necklace he always wore from his clothes. He quickly showed the pendant in front of my eyes for a few seconds before carefully tucking it back into his clothes.

said Albus seriously. Albus was silent and concentrated fully while holding the Sky Light Scepter in his hand. The power poured out of his hand in the form of a soft, cool white light. He then coated the scepter with his own strength. The scepter glowed snow-white gently for a few seconds. Albus touched the sky-blue rock with a golden silver tinge. The rock gave a warm pulse when Albus touched the sky dragon's heart. He closed his eyes and channeled his energies with a smile as if meeting an old friend. Albus's white energy turned the stone's outer appearance into a golden color.

Then Savaric and Muriel assisted him in clearing up space, taking all Arkael's already ruined shield out of his chamber. "My queen it's time...just the simple healing spell your bond will be the one thing that will strengthen him." Maven gave me the rest of the ointment to apply to his back, while I chant the spell. I did the ritual, and Sabina was by my side wiping my tears away from time to time. I finally finished it moments later, but he was not waking up. "Why is he not waking up? You told me that he would wake up?" I was trying to keep myself grounded in from of him, while in reality, I was crumbling on the inside.

He must have been able to hear it or something, because the moment it starts, his eyes snap up and lock on mine and I'm frozen in place, both of us staring at one another and waiting for whatever is going to happen next. "Abaddon, do you want to go into the cupboard for a quicky before next class?" Tasha's voice resounds around the corridor and the spell breaks, my gaze flicks to her, finding her watching me with a smirk on her face as she tugs Abaddon towards the large cupboard behind them.

He only wished that something good would happen soon. The next morning, the alpha was startled awake by the slamming of his door. Albus bagged in with a box of sugary cereal. "Good morning alpha!!," he joked , sauntering over the bed to take a seat. Legolas growled at the intrusion. But Albus didn't seem to mind as he happily munched away on the frosted flakes. Albus had been one of Legolas high school friends growing up and didn't seem to get affected by the alpha voice. Nor did he listen to any commands he didn't want to. Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food.

His eyes which had returned to their normal, grey hue turned green - bright, dazzling and comforting to Cwena. He stretched out his hands, closed his eyes for a few seconds and moved his lips in small, unreadable trends, muttering a spell. The wand shook on the ground, raised to air and flew straight into his hands. “Evictendius Relarmus!” Sir Oswic commanded in a booming voice as he managed to turn and look at the tyronimic. A massive gust of wind, almost as intense as the first sprang out of the wand and pushed the tyronimic backwards a bit and him forward, out of the tyronimic's grip - not before it yanked off a piece of his leg's flesh.