Disney Descendants Wand Novels & Stories

Trudging behind him was Greyson with his hands on his pocket and a laid back expression on his face. “What is his name?” “The books never mentioned his name. It was only mentioned how he was very powerful and the speculations about him having a relationship with the black magic users.” “But why was his wand here if he was said to have a connection with black magic?" "They said his wand was so powerful that no one can hold it unless someone as powerful as him was born and was chosen by the wand to become its new master.” Wow, that was straight OP. I stared back at the wand. It was really beautiful. I wonder why people ignore it.

he said and recited a ritual afterward. As Hunter was saying all those things, my mind was busy inspecting the woman's figure. I think I know her. She looks familiar to me. Soon, the woman moved. "She's moving," Conrad declared. "Thanks to uncle," Greg said proudly. "It's the wand that healed her," Hunter reckoned. "But it won't heal if you are not the one who uses it, right?" Greg insisted. "Wands can't just be used by anyone," Hunter spoke. "They only follow their master's command. So, yes, I cured her." Hunter surrendered. His nephew won't stop so he just agreed.

"Get him on a leash, girl, you got it in you to get him in line." She winked at me as Kiara chuckled. "Thank you, Raihana." I smiled slightly, and she gave me a nod before she chanted a spell. A wave of power filled the room, before she vanished. Being the eldest granddaughter of Endora, she was the one to inherit that magic. Witchcraft was passed down from eldest daughter to eldest daughter. Endora herself never had a daughter, so it went down to her first granddaughter. She was a powerful witch, and the Luna of a pack as well.

“Still… I never expected you to know Phoebe's secret!” added Marcel in a curious tone. Whatever the case was, Gerald couldn’t help but sigh in relief. After all, Marcel’s response was a clear sign that Phoebe really was a descendant of the ancient witches. That meant that her son was an heir of the witches as well. He remembered Zeman telling him that all witch descendants required the Divine fruit in order to awaken the power in their blood.

“Yeah. But I’m a special one. You insult me again, I’ll burn your hat.” “You can’t burn it. It’s resistant to many elements.” Beatrix said. “Oh? It’s a sign of his wizardhood?” “Yeah.” Beatrix nodded. “Gosh. This is too embarrassing.” Peter said with a pained face. Beatrix had already collected his book while Lavana took his staff. She did not get a backlash as he hoped. Non-wizard or witch descendants can’t hold the sceptre of a witch or wizard. Now he found a person who defied the odds. Now he had no way to help himself. He couldn’t go out like this. It would be the shame of his life.

He rolls his eyes. -"It doesn't matter who has the book because not any witch can cast the spells. They would need a descendent from the Hybrid Queen Luna—Narcissa Wilkes— to do it. Rumor has it she gave birth to a child before the current Alpha King lineage overthrew her. Many searched but never found evidence of this supposed child. So finding this descendent would be the same as finding a needle in a haystack." -"We better start praying for them not to have a metal detector then!" Maximus sarcastically mumbles.

But it didn't last long because my hands immediately moved quickly and Plakk, I smiled with satisfaction as I looked at Harry who looked dazed while holding his head which I just hit. "Ahh, why else Na? Play naughty everything, you bastard!" Harry protested, but the one who protested has lost track of it. Harry could only stroke his chest while shaking his head. Kirey is an adult but his nature is still very, very unstable. And very hard to predict. Harry walked up to Kirey's pace, "So what? Have you found your research site?" I looked at Harry who was already walking beside me, "still looking and can't find it. I found one, but it's far away. Grandpa is in the outback. I'm sure Edward won't

The museum of the witches sheltered the belongings of the coven witches who served this pack from era to era. "Not all witches use wands now. Too old-fashioned they always said." My explanation stopped together with our steps in front of a glass case cabinet. Dozens of wands of various shapes and crystals were neatly displayed. "This is... It's amazing...." Violet's gaze couldn't escape a brown wand with a purple crystal the size of two fists behind the glass. "Oh, this belonged to Milas, Azalea's father. But his magic disappeared after his death." The short tour only buttered her up before I sat her down. I asked her consent to hold her hand. Shyly she nodded.

It was a secret she had concealed, for she didn't want the witches to know about her werewolf offspring. Ever since, every descendant, whether male or female, has possessed the haunting mark of lavender eyes, reminiscent of the enchantress Morgana herself. The power of her legacy lay dormant in female offspring, hidden from the watchful eyes of the world. And now, she stands as the first known girl descendant with this power.

Great, now I know the gender. “So?” I asked. “Your pup, the female, is enchanted. A dark curse is on your family, which has been passed down for female generations. Your mother and you did not get that curse, but your mother’s twin sister got the curse. That is why she is in the land of no return. Your female pup is going to be the most powerful out of all your children and also the youngest, but she is cursed,” she said. My heart started beating fast. I did not know about any curse in my family. My mother never mentioned it.