Harry Potter Blackthorn Wand Novels & Stories

He was playing with my mind. He picked up a sleek, obsidian-colored wand. "This one is for the subtle hitters," he said, pressing the cold head against my palm and clicking it on. The vibration was so intense my hand instantly went numb. "But you...you look like you need something more torturous." I swallowed nervously without a single word. He moved to a wall of leather and steel. He picked up a set of weighted clips and a violet-colored internal probe that looked like it belonged in an alien laboratory.

"The coven seal." "It appeared last night. Burned onto her wrist during sleep. Stayed for forty minutes before fading." "The Blackthorn lineage is moving." I set the glass down. "Faster than I anticipated." Killian straightened slightly. "Should we be concerned about the warlock." "Soren Blackthorn." I turned the name over. The man had grown up knowing the tribrid was coming. He had his coven's prophecy. His archives. Three hundred years of preparation. He was careful and he was patient and he was the only one of the four who had approached this without wanting something from Aria that benefited himself first.

When he walked to me, he carried one wand which was a little bend. I gasped. "Snape! Is that Bellatrix's wand?" I knew most people were either hated Bellatrix or loved her, there was no in between. She was a mean character who had used her wand to torture Alice and Frank Longbottom and God knew how many other people, but I could not help but to admire the appearance of the wand. It was unique, just like the Elder Wand, it has its own look. "Yes, it is." Hunter handed the wand to me. "Shall we?"

Ivory’s hands shook, she hid her hands so the others won’t see, she couldn’t believe she just escaped from death. ‘That’s a relief’ Nara commented. Ivory stared at indigo’s sword; she wondered what type of sword it was that it could pierce through the bear’s thick hide. The sword looked like it was made from a bone of a creature. ‘That sword is indeed made from bone but it was made from a bone of a phase five air elemental’ Anita commented. Ivory’s eyes widened in surprise as she took another look at his sword, she didn’t reply Anita as she was still a little angry.

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.

Idris Blackthorne "Watch your barking tongue, Tavon Blackthorne!" Magnus Wraith snaps, his throat choking hard on his cup of wild berry wine until his eyes turn watery. "My alpha frame carries ten times more running power and handsome fur than your ugly pelt could ever dream of!" Tavon stays completely blind to the thick, suffocating pack tension rising inside the stone walls, his mouth moving carelessly. "This is absolute forest witchcraft! Is that plain healer female carrying some secret dark moon potion inside her basket?"

I really can't wait any longer for that day to come. Satisfied with the preparatory troops, Aro closed the portal again and they were continuing the conversation that was paused a moment ago. "So there's only fifteen left... that's pretty easy. My weapon is in the manufacture of the dwarves. The loan mentions black energy, do you know anything about it?" "Isn't… it's a black gemstone that can make weapons stronger." "You know what? Quickly order anyone to go get the black gem." "Yes, my lord." Aro leaves from there, he sends some troops of wizards somewhat easier to get gems which are located in a secret place inside the forbidden forest.

” I rasped breathlessly, feeling the ragged breaths burn in my chest and nostrils as I wheezed through the anger that was bubbling inside me, unwinding the chain whips that had been hanging in the corner slowly and stalking back toward the assassin. I gritted my teeth, lashing out the thorny whip and watching it crack and tear into the skin of the man’s arm, the flesh of his wrists sizzling with smoke so that my eyebrows flew upwards before i barked out a bitter laugh. The little shit was trying to shift into his wolf, to beat me! I couldn't believe the nerve he had! It was a good thing I invested in the silver chains that had been wrought with wolfsbane. “Where is my mate Hagrid? This doesn

Her whole system shot up when she heard the sound of horses approaching. Her Blackfrost was ready beside her. It was a potion mad with the rarest substances from ages ago. It was binded by the powers of twelve witches, and once injected, it would bring instant death by stopping the heart. Even the most powerful witch could be killed with it. And the best part? There was no cure or solution to it. Zytha had decided to make use of it, not wanting to take any chances with Keegan. Since her powers couldn't work directly on him, the Blackfrost would.

But I guess that was what this was. A black wedding. And then I saw him. The man of the fucking hour. Sitting on a high seat, a throne carved from blackened bone and obsidian. I’d heard that it was the remains of his enemies that built that throne, but I’d expect nothing less from Rhett Blackwood. His heavy arms rested on the lion-wolf hybrids sculpted into the stone armrests and his crown, a surprisingly simple black iron circlet, rested atop his raven locks.