Descendants Wand Novels & Stories

She was alive. Barely. The witch dragged me by my leg, pulling me deeper into the house. The hallway stretched endlessly, lined with candles that burned with an eerie, sickly green glow. The air was thick, suffocating, filled with the scent of decay and something metallic. The stairs came next. The witch yanked me down, my body bouncing off each step like a discarded doll. Pain shot through my ribs, my skull rattling with each impact. I tried to cry out, but my throat was too raw, my voice lost in the agony.

“Has any woman from your family gotten it before?” “There have been no direct female descendants from my family before me.” I answered, thinking back to my roots and the stories my mother used to tell me. “The Ravenclaw family has been known to give birth to one child and so far, all have been male. I am the first female, and now, I am thinking my own curse may be different.” “Or you might not get any curse,” Zachary said, holding my shoulders to keep me in one place. “And maybe your father will receive a miracle.”

“Yes, but I only found out years later, when she transformed for the first time. Doctors at Silver Bow examined her as a baby and determined that she was a wolf cub. They had to make sure that she was one of her kind and that I wasn't lying, but somehow she had her supernatural powers suppressed until she came of age. After she went through her transformation and we saw the white fur covering her body, we knew there was something special about her. Her powers were beyond anything I had ever seen as a witch, but she had no control over them. I realized they were triggered especially when she was feeling anxious or angry,” she explained. “That’s when I started investigating white wolves and di

Gregory held Willow's hand as they walked to the door together. Once outside, Willow threw his hand out of hers and began to run. She needed to get away from him. This was all some kind of misunderstanding. She is Willow Winter, the once famous miracle child, orphan girl that hustles her way through life. She did not need a hand out or a knight in shining armour. Marriage is a big step, Willow still believed in fairytales. She still thought about the love her parents shared. She was apart of a fairytale until fate took them away.

So technically, wands are like a human who has feelings…and whenever their destined owner touches them, they would be fine, but if not, then they would kill anyone who dares…. I gulped, “So it chooses you?” “Yes, this also prevents anyone from stealing a wand. Stealing it is considered a crime and punishable by death,” She said, “I see you are curious about it…” I nodded, “When can I get one?” Even though I am half-witch, it must still be in my blood right? So I should have my own… “Oh, whenever a witch reaches the puberty age of 12, the teachers would guide us in the eternal tree where the branches would spring off a wand specifically made for you.”

The descendant of the Hound God kept vomiting blood, and his breath kept weakening. One by one, his magical treasures received orders. They did not fear death at all as they sacrificed their killing intent for the son of the Hound God. Bang! In the end, when the last magical treasure of the descendant of the Hound God was shattered, the Seventh Move of Sword gradually disappeared. The descendant of the Hound God escaped! Seeing this, Lu Wanying only felt very regretful! If Caspian could kill the descendant of the Hound God in one go, it would be great to get rid of this big trouble!

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

Penelope slipped into a spot between Aiden and Dante. "Right." Willow cleared her throat. She leaned forward in her chair and met Lily's gaze. "As I said before, you are the descendant of the Moon Goddesses. However, it's much deeper than that." "You know, popcorn would be sufficient right now." Erica mentioned as she grabbed her mug of coffee and a cookie. Jayce glared at her. "What? It makes the best snack in times like this." "Okay." Lily let out a breath slowly. "By being a descendant, that means what, exactly?"

Python continued to speak. “Travis doesn't have his mother's powers. Elanor's strength is that of a pureblood witch, she is the only one who has inherited the full power of the witch race. Elanor's death also confirms that the wizarding race has perished." Leo walked quietly, perhaps recalling old memories of the partner he had come to respect. Leo held in his hand a fragment of Edgar's soul, a fetus of a child. The product of half-man, half-demon and now their parents are dead at his hands.

Longbottom made a gesture to speak against it, but Erik signaled with his hand for him to stop and hear him out first. "The problem that you are having right now is because of the wand. Your father's wand is made of English Oak wood, and this wood demands partners of strength, courage and fidelity. It also means that this wand is as loyal as the wizard who wields it. It can feel that your father is still alive, and so it refuses to bend to another wizard's will, even if that wizard is its 'master's' son. In summary, while your grandmother seems to have given up on your father, his wand didn't. It still waits for his master's return." Erik explained calmly to the boy, who had moist eyes after