Harry Potter Blackthorn Wand Novels & Stories

That wretched scream, and laughter, soft feminine, terrible voice. A woman emerged from the haze. Her dress flickered like shadow and flame. Her hair fell in a thick and tangled way around her shoulders, strands silver as black as nightmares. Zaira Blackthorn. I did not know how I knew her name, but I knew. The same way, I knew that she was a witch. "Such chaos," she whispered, voice like smoke and poison. "So much effort to protect something you were destined to lose." Behind her floated symbols drawn in blood, pulsing with sickly green light. I tried to run forward, to throw myself at her, to stop her, but my body would not move. My feet were rooted. My throat locked.

I cautioned him, knowing that he was dining with the devil using his shortest spoon; in fact, he was eating right out of the devil's mouth. "He can't kill me if he is already dead, can he?" He asked, and his face spread in a satisfied smirk. "You killed him?" I asked, unsure if he was capable of killing a man like Elder Blackthorn easily. Not even without a single scratch—one would have to be some type of original wolf for that to happen. Elder Blackthorn had dabbled in some black magic, which had corrupted his wolf and made him some sort of soulless monster. One that didn't care how much blood he consumed as he achieved his aim. It had been a giant relief when Father had drowned him.

"The pendant will hide you, but it feeds on your strength. Don't wear it too long, or it will drain you completely." The metal was searing now. I could smell something like burnt herbs filling the air. "How long is too long?" "A few hours at most. And never while you sleep." Maeve's voice was serious. "This pendant was made from the bones of the last Blackthorne who tried to hide from his enemies. It didn't end well for him." "Second, you need allies. People you can trust to watch your back." Maeve's eyes were serious. "The boy who saved you tonight - can you trust him?"

My new necklace—a gift from the prince just two nights ago—was a cool weight at my throat, the pendant swaying gently with each step. I was on my way back from the library when the flicker of torchlight caught my eye. Down the far end of the corridor, two guards stood rigid, speaking in urgent whispers to a tall man cloaked in black. The silver threads embroidered into his sleeves shimmered faintly, like frost in moonlight. “…Lord Blackthorn,” one guard murmured, his voice too low for most to catch. I froze behind a column, my pulse quickening. Blackthorn. The name hissed through the halls in quiet rumor, the sort of figure mothers used to frighten unruly children—ruthless, untouchable, with

“No, the Academy doesn’t hand out wands like that.” Vee massaged her temples as if she had a headache forming in her skull. “There’s only one red diamond wand in this world, and it’s as ancient as it is powerful. The fact that it’s now in Silas Vexx’s possession is most unsettling. Especially because that wand originally belonged to the founder of the dark witch movement in Europe, known as the father of black magic, during the early Roman Empire.” “How did it get over here?” I asked. “Where was it before Vexx got his hands on it?”

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.

The garden had different species of flowers but the common ones were the black flowers Ava loved so much,they were planted by King Alarie himself. "They are so beautiful," Ava said touching the black flowers"Now that I think of it, you love black.Black roses, black carriages, black clothes and a mask, black snake. Everything is black." "Black is the real deal," Vador replied. "Then why aren't you the black lord," She said chuckling. Right there darkness took over Vador,in a second his hands were tightened around Ava's neck,his eyes were no longer red but a darker shade of red. "Don't you ever say that," he spat.

Her hair was lank and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapors. Bits of frogs’ legs, bat wings and eyes of newt were scattered around the floor of the cave. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. From it sprang the most preposterous wart. It was at least the size of a saucer. It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque.

He was the saviour, the only one that could save them. “Get his wand out!” Cwena commanded anyone. The bald woman with blue eyes dropped to her knees and sunk her shaky hands into Sir. Oswic's black clothing to fetch for his wand. “Wake up, sir! We need you!!!! The tyronimics - they're here.” “Here it is,” the woman said as she brought the brown, dry stick which was apparently a wand out of his black clothing. Cwena snatched the wand and pushed it roughly into Sir. Oswic's hands.

She didn't step anymore closer, but made a gesture with her hand, summoning the wand on Jane's hands to herself. "This is your big plan? Pretending as someone else and getting close to me so you can kill me?" The Queen caught the wand in midair, "I don't know how you managed to block my revealing spell, but Kitty, you --" The Queen stopped abruptly, staring at the wand. "This is... Where did you get this wand!" The Queen roared at Jane. It was the wand Lilith made with the leaf of the tree of life! The one that Kitty broke in the Blood Moon Forest!