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His charred oak wand flared into existence in his right hand, instantly transforming into a blinding pillar of pure, incandescent white light that outshone the harsh morning sun. "What is that energy? It's impossible—no student has a mana pool that large!" Professor Starwyn gasped from the sidelines, her hands flying to her mouth as the paving stones beneath Zeyric’s boots began to crack and melt from the sheer thermal output. "Zeyric, stop! It’s going to incinerate your core from the inside out!" Thalen coughed weakly, blood bubbling on his lips as he weakly clutched Zeyric’s sleeve.

"People born with magical abilities can use magical wands. That's a special wand. It won't work for anyone other than me. Give it back before you hurt yourself. I have not concerned about you but if you get pain, it will affect her which I don't want to happen." Maayan warned and I wondered what's the speciality to that wand that made Maayan so tensed. But Akhilan didn't seem to listen to him. "Let's see." He muttered and I saw him blowing on the end of the wand and a breeze of fire came out of the tip of the wand. I gasped and got down from the counter. "How did you do that?" I asked in complete awe. "Impossible!" I turned towards Maayan on hearing his voice in disbelief.

She gives me an awfully cold smile , "I could want it for more than just a potion but what does it matter to you, the options dampen our powers it awakens our hunters and dampen their powers so to you it shouldn't matter, but you should be a little worried, I heared the hybrid is your son ARTHUR

Their severed mate bond had fueled my abilities for weeks. Now I needed more. Bea and Ben. Still recovering from their injuries but healing fast. Their enemies-to-lovers dynamic made their bond uniquely intense. Desi Whitmore. Grieving her lost Omega but channeling that grief into dangerous determination. She'd become a symbol for the other students. Removing her would break morale across the entire resistance. And then there was Miranda Prospero. The hidden daughter. The magical girl whose power exceeded anything I'd encountered in forty years of supernatural politics. She'd nearly destroyed the campus during the blood moon, her abilities spiraling beyond control until Ferdinand's love anch

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Alexander was a boy perhaps too stubborn and too proud, but he was not so stupid as to contradict a professor endlessly. “We'll see when we try them. Let's see which is perfect”. The boy took his wand, put it back in the sheath, and hid it in the wide sleeve of his school clothes, then went back to his work table to continue making his wand ... that rubbish. Smart took Elizabeth's wand again, placed another huge magnifying glass next to the ones attached to his eyes, and then exclaimed again: “It's perfect ... as if made by forest elves.” And he moved away.

A proctor in pristine white robes stood on the platform, his expression stern. When they saw the wand in my hand, the crowd stared. "Gods, does she really think she can pass the trial with that thing?" "It's always the ugly ones who try the hardest. As if a fancy prop could hide what she is. Trash is still trash." "Is she trying to upstage our Isabella?" "Hah! Well, she succeeded. As a clown." "Please. Isabella's wand is laurel wood with a pure mana crystal. Lord Adrian chose it for her himself. And this girl shows up with a toy? She's not even in the same league."

Principal Rapport explained over his shoulder as we walked toward a very tall building just beside the archway that led to the castle. “Professor Howl?” I asked. “One of the most brilliant professors at this school,” Xaden explained. “Certain magics can only be practiced by humans. Things like scrying, divination, clairvoyance. Professor Howl is an expert in Clairvoyance, which is being able to see the past and future. He should help us figure out what abilities you have.” My stomach clenched. “He’s even better at it than me, and that’s quite the feet. With a crystal ball, he can project images into other minds. That alone is phenomenal.” The principal spoke with such pride in his teachers,

"I'll make sure of that." I forced myself to stand still until he finally released me, fighting the urge to wipe my hands on my dress. "As a gesture of my goodwill," he said, stepping back with that cheshire cat-like smile returning, "I should warn you that the first test will be physically challenging. You shouldn't relax too much during your preparation time. If you'd like, I can provide some enhancement potions to help you perform better." The offer felt wrong somehow, like there were strings attached that I couldn't see. But I shook my head quickly. "Thank you, but I'll manage on my own."

and I turned, locked eyes with her, and let a strand of my magic spiral through the air—just enough to make her champagne turn into steaming goat’s milk. She turned purple. Mr. Yellow cackled in my purse. But here’s where things got weird… and powerful. Because I had started noticing it too. My magic was accelerating. Not gradually. Not in the charming, fairy-tale “she’s blooming” kind of way. No. I was leveling up like a warrior in an MMORPG cheat code mode. Just yesterday morning, in the castle’s private war room turned training chamber, Edric and I had our morning spar-and-magic bonding session. A thing now, apparently. I was only trying to conjure a small flame to roast a training dummy