Blackthorn Wand Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Not the name or the adoption certificate or even the plasma abilities. But the willingness to stand between innocent people and danger. To fight when necessary. To lead when no one else would. That's what made someone Blackwood. And today—in this scorched courtyard, surrounded by people who'd survived because we'd refused to give up—I'd proven I was exactly that. Shawn Blackwood. Seventeen years old, werewitch, plasma manipulator. Brother. Nephew. Packmate. Leader. It was terrifying and overwhelming and absolutely insane.

***** LUCIAN BLACKTHORN I was forced to shift back into my human form. The sight before me was shocking, almost impossible to believe, but I could feel it. Every bit of it. The magic that surrounded us. It was coming from Ayla. Her eyes were glowing bright burn blue, and I watched frozen in shock as she gripped the dark witch's head, and in a swift motion, she slit her neck with a weapon. It was a Shakra, a Grishan witch weapon, one only a dark witch can wield. She shouldn't be able to hold it, unless… Ayla was Grishan.

‘What’s so special about a sword’ Chevy says angrily. ‘Hey, you’re the one who brought Chevy into the team right, what’s so special about his sword’ Nara asked Natasha, ivory who heard their conversation also curiously listened. ‘That blade was made from his sister’s bone’ Natasha replied staring at indigo ‘it was his sister last request’. Alfred raises an eyebrow in surprise. ‘I would do the same thing if I were him’ ivory said ‘besides we know how healers can be, if it was another healer he would never save me’.

At the same night, Hadassah had started a big fire at the middle of the Battle of Blood, while she was in the possession of little Celandine's body. The large vessel on the fire was filled with the sacred water for witches from Black Lake. It was an inaccessible lake inside a forest, only who had witch blood in their veins, could approach there. Beside the pyre, there were some ingredients which she would need to return back to her true self "Bonesbane," she muttered and picked up the tiniest bowl contained with a few bone shaped dark green leaves. She stared at the boiling black water for a while, then dropped the leaves into it and chanted, "Confundo.

Not after the way I begged him to ruin me. He reaches over me to the nightstand, the one that used to hold Ethan’s watch and wedding ring. His fingers fumble in the drawer, then come back with something heavy, something that hums to life with a low, menacing buzz the second he switches it on. The wand. Thick-headed, corded, the kind that’s more machine than toy—powerful enough to rattle bones. He’s had it hidden here for years, maybe longer. I don’t ask. I don’t care.

“No, the Academy doesn’t hand out wands like that.” Vee massaged her temples as if she had a headache forming in her skull. “There’s only one red diamond wand in this world, and it’s as ancient as it is powerful. The fact that it’s now in Silas Vexx’s possession is most unsettling. Especially because that wand originally belonged to the founder of the dark witch movement in Europe, known as the father of black magic, during the early Roman Empire.” “How did it get over here?” I asked. “Where was it before Vexx got his hands on it?”

During our quest to find out all we knew about him, we found out the weapon was forged by his forefathers but no amount of persuasion nor communication could make the man divulge the information of the weapon’s whereabouts. At a point the fool chose to lie that he had lost possession of it, not knowing since it was no longer magically shielded, I could feel its presence. Even after I had taken over the throne, he still refused to budge. Heck, he swore my father had sent me. I wondered how a dead man would have sent me! Then I stopped demanding for its location and demanded he gave it to me. It was easier to train two goats to kidnap a unicorn, than to have a positive conversation with the bl