Cedrella Weasley Novels & Stories

He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds. “Your mom sent me a letter so I really came here prepared. I also got the news of what happened two days ago so I personally came to check you out. So how are you? Are you fine now?” I literally got that question several times now. “Perfectly fine, nothing to worry about. Anyway, have you brought your sister? Where is she?” I looked around to see if he’s got his sibling with him but Aubrey’s not around. Kirk and Aubrey are my only friends who knows about my secret aside from Lena.

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

Jeremy snickers at him pompously. The instructor's name that Alexi was with was Brock Nicholson. The teenage girls just swooned around him at his every word. Alexi giggled to herself, thinking how amusing young teenage girls are. She herself had just recently graduated high school online. The young men followed Alexi like little puppies. All the students knew Cordelia. She used to be the Headmistress back in the day. The students asked Alexi how she knew Cordelia and Alexi replied, "she is my grandmother." They all ooed and awed, as everyone knew Cordelia was the most powerful Sorcerous alive amongst witches, warlocks, wizards, and sorceresses, etc. They asked Alexi if she had inherited Cord

Cleo summoned yet another spell. She had previously limited herself to employing weaker magic due to the possibility of causing collateral damage to allies. It was no surprise. All of the magic she mastered had an incredible range. The instructors were impressed by Cleo's ability to channel a spell with her left hand while firing spells with her right. All of her spells ranked higher than Unique. So none of her spells was lacking in power. Cleo waved her wand around. A wand constructed of some kind of tree with a blue crystal vein running through the centre.

I recognized it immediately. “This is the book my friend gave us.” “Who is your friend?” he demanded. Draven, who had been playing on his phone, finally looked up. “Can you tell him? He smelled that book and says his mates scent is all over it.” I looked at Caden. “The person who gave me this book is your mate?” He paced nervously. “What's her name?” “Carmella.” He repeated it softly. “What is she?” “A witch. A powerful one, too. Her coven is trying to marry her to some old ass warlock.”

I asked, sensing her hesitation. Leila paused before speaking, her voice dropping lower. “Can you remember anything else from the notebook Elsa gave you?” I shook my head. “I’ve tried, but most of it was basic information. Nothing out of the ordinary. I do remember the mention of a soul-swap, though… but I don’t fully understand it. Is that what you’re looking for?” “No,” Leila said, her voice faintly frustrated. “I’m more concerned about the connection between wizards and werewolves. The pattern.” She paused. “Evelyn, do you know anything about something called a mind-link?”

She gently pushed Erella's shoulders away from her and looked at her lovingly. "My dear, don't worry about your appearance. We with dragon's blood will mature after we aged eighteen. Maybe you will be as tall as your father or short as me. But your body will never stay as a ten-year-old." Kaida explained with a smile. Erella suddenly felt happy. She thought she will be forever a ten-year-old-looking girl. But her happiness suddenly disappeared when her mother said her magic on her soul was almost up.

The way she had no scent to everyone yet smelled like Herbs and Lavender to me. The way the wards had blinked. The way Morwenna couldn't read her mind. She was a witch. A Salem witch. The last of them. But I didn't know the family she was from. And I didn't care. I would burn the world before I let anyone hurt her. "Cressida." She didn't respond. Her eyes were still distant, still swirling with that pale blue light. The wings flexed, spreading wider, casting jagged shadows across the frozen floor. If I stepped to close I could be hurt.

Chapter 8: Undone Cassia The party is going well. Kendra and I decided to split up and look at the new art displays. I’m shocked to find my own art on display. My aunt and uncle, Arabella and Draco, approach me at that moment, glowing with pride. Arabella and Draco are art professors at the school. They are also a beautiful couple. They have been mated for over two hundred years. Arabella has long red hair and green eyes, and Draco is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.

“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.”