Alder Wand Novels & Stories

Another one begged. There, I stood and watched the she-wolves gush shamelessly at him, while he acted oblivious to their screams and walked away elegantly. My eyes refused to stop trailing after his alluring figure, as I wished so much to hold him dearly—everything about him spelled handsomeness and perfection; those pinkish yet curved lips; his silky jet black hair; that pair of intimidating, but astounding jade green eyes always leaves me daydreaming around him. “Such a demigod!” my gush came as a whisper as I gaped continuously at Alder—Alpha Alder to be precise. He's the young but devilishly handsome Alpha of our Pack.

She lay in the lodge room with the window facing the ridge and looked at the small person who had arrived on the first of April and who was looking back at her with the specific focused quality of a newborn encountering the world for the first time, which was a quality she recognized. Alder, twenty-two months old, had been prepared for this. He had been prepared by Stellan, who had the gift of explaining things at the level appropriate to the person being explained to. He had been prepared by Delia, who had given him a very small plant of his own for the east garden and told him it was going to need tending the same way the new person was going to need tending. He had been prepared by Fig, w

“Have you got your own druidic wand?” “A what?” I answered swiftly. “It is an object we use to enhance the spell of potion we are working on.” Aerin stood up and sauntered over to the table, she started drawing on a piece of paper that Grandma Rose handed to her. “It is called a Druid rod or wand. It is made from Hazel, with herbal clay worked around it and embellished with crystals.” She drew a staff-like wand. “It has to touch the thing that it was directed at with the crystal at the top.”

Bradford cast back. “Well he has the elements understood. Let’s try some potions.” The elder spoke some quiet spells and from center of the floor a table with ingredients rose. Bradford stepped back and looked at what was there. He found fig, mandrake, hyssop, honey, vanderweed, thatch weed, Sage, dried dandelions, rose hips, wolfsbane and more. “Now we require a potion for healing burns.” Bradford looked up asked for an aloe plant. “One can be granted.” An aloe plant appeared. Bradford shifted and looked at the Elder. “Is there an issue?”

The high priest said with his arms open as if hugging the wand floating in front of him, and one or two light chuckles emerged from the crowd. "The alpha of the alphas and the most powerful witch of all time created this wand together, with liquid silver, star ore, perpetual ice, eternal fire, and the flower of life." The crowd stared at the wand, and the eyes are filled with frantic sparkles. "Their names are forever to be remembered," Said the high priest in a chanting voice, "Erebus, alpha of the alphas, The Silver Lightning, the Lord! And his mate, Kitty the witch of shadow."

Suddenly it explode in my face and its glistening glittery ashes-like parts reformed into a wand. "Woww..."I opened my palm and it rested on it slowly. As it touched my palm, I felt its pleasing coldness and smooth texture was amazing. I held it with both of my hands and checked every inch of my wand. It was fully detailed and elegant. It was Royal Blue twelve inches stick and a snowflake at the holder part where my thumb should settle. "Not bad," If I was not problematic and down, I would be jumping and bragging about how beautiful it was. I would keep saying how amazing it is. If the situation was just different. But at least, it left my mood up and brought me the courage to continue today

"And the charm of the Charmed Woodland improves that magnum opus." Alder's voice is quiet. "Let's guarantee that nature's craftsmanship remains dynamic."

Who knows what the consequences would be, but I’m willing to sacrifice. Alden sighs, before he gets to his feet. He really is so tall. I watch him as he crosses the room, each stride so fluid. He pulls out a draw from a chest, pulling something out. When he comes back and lays it out in front of me, I realise it’s a thick portfolio, which he flips open. The first is a sketch of a pattern. It’s long and thin, swirling around like branches of a very spindly tree. “This is one of the many markings Time leaves,” Alden tells me, fingers moving around each pattern. “We have concluded that it is the most common. It’s perhaps a lower tier.”

He pushed off the wall and walked toward the center of the room, his boots silent on the stone floor. "It is a heavy request, Adella, but I suppose I can manage to find a few capable swords to see your friend home," Alder said, his voice dropping an octave as he tilted his head. "However, I have a counter proposal for your own journey. It seems that our paths are likely the same for the next several leagues, and it would be far more efficient if we traveled together. You are still weak, and despite your fierce spirit, you are barely holding yourself upright. Would it not be wiser to have a seasoned warrior at your side while you navigate the territories of the rogue packs?"

A light breeze ran through the coat of the werewolf, gradually weakening and leaving along the alley. - I'll take the pin with me. - says Alud, approaching Shadof. Sszzul hesitated a little, then handed the wand to the werewolf. - Okay, but please be careful, this is a complex device. The werewolf snorted contemptuously, looked around incredulously. His black fur gleamed as he hopped off towards the lair. Shadof disappeared into the darkness. The vampire, after standing for a while in thought, slowly walked towards the central streets.