Descendants Wand Novels & Stories

"What else have you been hiding from us, Stanwood?" "I didn't find it!" I yelled, before my father even had a chance to say anything in his defense. "I said it was given to me." "And who, pray tell, was in the vault with you?" "Poe," I glanced at the raven on his perch. "He told me that Avery and Thea were right, that there was a power in me, but it was different from than the rest of the Stanwoods. That our Quadriad of Families would become a Quintet again. Then he gave me that," I pointed to the pendent, "and said that I was chosen to start a new line, to help guide the Families through the difficult times ahead. Then a door appeared, and he said that it was time to start my test."

Walking in through the huge, opposing front door, she sees a few people sitting around and talking, their words trailing into silence as they look at her with wonder. “Everyone, this is Willow. Willow, these are just a few of the local witches, there are more of us elsewhere, of course.” Willow nods, standing still, feeling out of place among these witches. But she has no choice, she has to belong. She can’t stay with Alaric. The voices gradually pick up again, getting over the surprise of seeing someone new. “It’s lovely to meet you, Willow; I’m Zander, a descendant of the Vossen bloodline.” Willow looks at the clear-skinned young man, his dark hazel eyes a pool of warmth.

She weirdly believed that my existence had to do with some stupid prophecy that had been told from centuries to centuries. "Hera, this is not why I called you here." Hera frowned at my blatant dismissal of her statement. "You will understand my concern, soon enough." "Tell me what you saw." I said, ignoring her statement. Hera stayed quiet for a while and I was starting to think she didn't see anything about Bellatrix just like before until she spoke. "She is a witch, just like I am... But much more powerful and of the fae lineage.. She is the one true descendant of the Red fox witch."

Even for us, it isn't easy to understand how all this happened. —You know that I come from the White Magic Coven, one of the most powerful among witches, the Zanaerys. When the first heir to the throne was born, he had unmatched strength and powers. The witches' council performed a unique spell in which his soul would be reborn within a descendant of my family for decades. Hence, it was, and we always had, a worthy, just, and powerful King.

Kenzie found it with a few keystrokes. “Yes, she is. Lenora was a direct descendent of Ezthamus Hecatheem, the second born daughter of the original witch family. Kenzie certainly is part-witch, making her a hybrid just like me. Those lilac eyes of hers that you all told her was a side effect of the poison showed that her magic was a witch’s magic instead your kind.” Zane looked at Kenzie carefully, and I could tell that he truly had not realized. “She kept that from me.”

"Layla is the last descendant of that sorceress. She needs to master her powers and only that sorceress can help us" Upon hearing what Ren said, Emrys turned away. What Ren wanted to know about was indeed inside the Grimoire. And if this was really the last descendant of the sorceress, then he had to do his part to help. The wizards were loyal followers of the sorcerers and sorceresses after all. "Henrietta",he called and turned to his wife. "Prepare a room for them for the night. I will go with them tomorrow to get the Grimoire"

The strong wind elevate her off the forest floor slowly and soon she is levitating. A misplaced thunder hits the forest floor and all the rogues were burnt instantly but the bones remains. Another wind rushed past my ears, humming crazily and I almost got swept away. The wind rustle the remaining dry leaves on the floor and dispersed the rogues bone, arranging them in a almost perfect circle to form a symbol I couldn't see well because of my failing vision. My knee became weak, completely giving up beneath me and I was forced to lay on my back.

“Not all chosen descendants can wield the powers of the Moon, only a select few throughout time have been blessed with the gifts. The powers have been known to include, but are not limited to; Telekinesis, the power to move objects with the mind. Hydrokinesis, the power to move water and manipulate the tides. Aerokinesis, the power to manipulate air and weather. Shape shifting, the power to morph oneself into another form. Gravitokinesis, the power to manipulate gravity” “Mum. Are for real with this?” I said closing the book. “I absolutely am” she said snatching the book from me, “Come sit, sit” she said ushering us to the sofa. Mum sat down on the coffee table in front of us and leaned in c

He did not even look this happy when he had won the Science Olympiad a year ago. "Of course you are." I stood on the tip of my toes and gave his cheek a kiss. "So, what is that?" I pointed at the stick he was holding. Hunter looked surprised. "You do not know?" He brought the stick closer until I could finally see what it was. It was a replica of the Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in the history of magic wands. "Did you put the pieces back again? I remember Harry broke that one in Deathly Hallows."

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…