Alder Wand Novels & Stories

Alcazar suggested. "Alright," Both Enzo and Adolf agreed. Just like planned, slowly and almost soundlessly, Alcazar sneaked up from behind Wanda, who was busy casting spells to wake the dolls. Alcazar pulled out mushroom powder from his pocket and dumped it on Wanda. But he froze with his hand halfway inside his pocket. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't move. That's when he realized that Wanda knew that he was there. But she pretended not to know with the intention of luring them out of hiding.

She looked around making sure no one saw her as she entered Alden’s room. Alden was lying down on his bed motionless, Adria gazed at him for a moment—she had to do this successfully to keep the spell working or else Dana would be brought back and her mission to control the pack would go away forever, she thought. She took a deep breath as she reached into her cloak bringing out what the witch had given to her, a small root tied with strings. The witch's instruction was clear —use the root to round over his head in a circle, mention the incantation and the magic works.

My shoulders tense as the door to the carriage opens. King Alden steps out first, a picture of courtly poise. Tall and broad-shouldered, his brown hair catches the copper shades from his simple crown and becomes almost red. Quickly behind him, though, is Xander. He carries himself with the same confidence as his father, but those big, broad-shouldered traits must skip a generation. Xander looks more like a wolf who hasn’t quite grown into his paws yet—reedy, or maybe lanky is a better word. Not that he lets that keep him from looking the castle up and down like it’s his.