Descendants Wand Novels & Stories

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

“So that’s why Vexx is so skilled with mind magic. From what Elara described, he’s as talented as a fully trained Fae–except he’s a witch. It’s all because of that wand.” “Yes, that would make sense.” “Could the wand have been passed down through his family?” I figured that would be a logical alternative to it being lost for over two thousand years. “I don’t know.” Vee sighed. “I need to do more research. I feel as though all my visions, my certainties of the future, are crumbling around me. If Vexx has that wand and is working with a Prophecy Fae of his own, I may be more blinded than I realized. I must leave immediately.”

“I’m just an ordinary person. There’s nothing special about me.” The witch leaned forward, her gaze piercing into Darius’s soul. “Oh, but you are far from ordinary, my dear Darius. You are a descendant of a long line of witches and warlocks, blessed with ancient magic that has been dormant within you. The power you possess is immense, and it has attracted my attention.”

His eyes gleamed with a mix of malice and satisfaction as he beheld the triad. "You have come far, Moon Goddess Descendant," the sorcerer sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But your journey ends here. I will harness the power of these artifacts and reshape the supernatural world according to my desires." Andrea, Jax, and Rachel stood tall, their resolve unshaken. They knew that the sorcerer's defeat was not only crucial for the safety of their community but also for the fulfillment of Andrea's destiny. With a shared nod, they unleashed their combined strength, each tapping into their unique abilities to counter the sorcerer's dark magic.

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

“Now listen -” “What you’re doing is wrong Gabriel. These descendants pose no threat to you or to humans. Quite the contrary in fact.” It was that word again. Descendant. Descendant of what, he wondered. “The way you think of yourself is also wrong, but it is not your fault. You should have been educated in our ways. You should have been mentored, although your hunting is quite unique. I’ve never come across a vampire that tries to kill, what he thinks, are his own kind. Not in all these years.”

She was not always this practical but whenever she was it was for good, unlike my company tonight. Amelia's eyes became nostalgic as she recalled the past memories. "When I gave birth to him and Eric I knew from that moment that something was off. Few years passed and both my son grew into fine young man." I didn't knew about her other son but one that sat front of me was no gentleman. "My late husband, the former alpha was so sure that he will be the alpha and that's what happened after he died my older son became the alpha of our tribe and we all forgot about the prophecy that have been made when they were young."

“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.”