Harry Potter Blackthorn Wand Novels & Stories

Lord Elden nodded, "Very well." They continued their journey to the palace. Meanwhile, a tall female witch in a black robe that hung down to the ground came out of the forest. She walked towards where Lord Zathur's body was lying on the ground. He placed his hands on Lord Zathur's body as he stood up. Her black and beautiful lips uttered a spell known only to the wizarding nation. Suddenly a green light shot out of his palm and enveloped Lord Zathur's body. Lord Zathur's injured body parts slowly closed up until they were fully healed.

At the same night, Hadassah had started a big fire at the middle of the Battle of Blood, while she was in the possession of little Celandine's body. The large vessel on the fire was filled with the sacred water for witches from Black Lake. It was an inaccessible lake inside a forest, only who had witch blood in their veins, could approach there. Beside the pyre, there were some ingredients which she would need to return back to her true self. "Bonesbane," she muttered and picked up the tiniest bowl contained with a few bone shaped dark green leaves. She stared at the boiling black water for a while, then dropped the leaves into it and chanted, "Confundo."

His shoulders were broad, and his body seemed stacked with muscles, like it was built to be a weapon. In his grasp was an axe. It was pitch black, just like the night that masked his arrival. The rest of the men hadn't noticed, but I did, and in turn, I became frozen in fear. My heart seemed to stutter to a stop as I found myself unable to pull my gaze away from the approaching figure. I couldn't see his face, but I caught sight of long black hair. Even in the dark, the aura that this man gave off was enough to let me know I was in danger—we all were.

“But you have to swear it. Right now.” Without hesitation, Bennet pulled out his wand and began murmuring an ancient incantation in a language I didn’t recognize. The air in the room shimmered with power as he finished the spell and declared: “I, the black wizard Bennet, swear never to harm Lucy, Rose, or Alpha Jack of the Blue Lagoon Pack. I swear to help Lucy win Jack’s heart. If I break this vow, may death strike me instantly.” As the final word left his lips, a black symbol appeared across his neck—a glowing mark that shimmered ominously before fading into his skin. The curse had taken hold.

“I’ve already sent for Hazel.” The name landed like a stone in the pit of my stomach. Hazel wasn’t just a “seer.” She was a witch, older than the oldest trees in the Blackthorn forest, and she was deeply, unequivocally in Gideon’s pocket. Her “truths” had a way of aligning perfectly with his desired outcomes. A ritual conducted by her would be a foregone conclusion.

A chill ran down my spine, not entirely from the cold stone floors. “Welcome, Miss Thorne,” a deep, resonant voice echoed from the grand staircase. Lord Victor Blackthorn, the eldest, descended with the grace of a predator. Tall and broad-shouldered, with raven hair streaked with silver at the temples and eyes like polished obsidian, he carried an aura of old power and restrained hunger. His tailored black coat hugged a frame built for both command and combat.

Seraphina knelt just outside the perimeter of the array, frantically cross-referencing ancient texts with Elyria and Morwen. "The tether isn't just pulling on his magic, Seraphina," Morwen said, her fingers flying across a brittle scroll from the First Age. "It's anchored directly to his lineage. Because he carries the royal blood of the Blackthorn wolves and the ancient starlight of your healing line, he acts as a living conductor for the primordial thrones."

Logon doesn’t know any magic but is the most powerful among the four of Raf’s beasts. Damon is the name of Rafael’s vampire. Damon is the 2nd strongest after Logon. Alvin is the name of Rafael’s male fairy. He knows magic tricks. Jasper is the name of Rafael’s wizard. Jasper is a master of casting spells. Ekansh Phoenix Blackthorn (deceased) Age 25, twenty minutes younger than Rafael. Phoenix was part of TAK (Three Assassin Blackthorns). Before his death, Phoenix served as the Royal Beta of the Blackthorn Clan. He possessed the power of healing and the water element.

CHAPTER 11 Lyra’s POV The candles in the deepest alcove of the Blackthorn archives did not burn with a normal flame. They burnt fiercely as if they were fueled by magic, the flame looked so bright and powerful. Professor Themis adjusted his wire rimmed spectacles, his fingers hovering just a millimeter above the cracked leather of a tome that had not been requested from the vaults in over three hundred years.

“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.”