Harry Potter Vine Wand Novels & Stories

It had been a long day, especially with our interrupted sleep the night beforehand. “Hey,” Corvu somewhat whispers, coming over to sit down next to me against the fallen tree stump. In his hand he holds a canteen, which he passes to me. I smile and accept it, but after taking a sip I realize it’s not water, but grapey? It’s very sweet. “What is this?” I ask him, “Do you not have wine in your world?” He questions, raising a curious brow. “Oh,” I respond, a little surprised, I wasn’t expecting him to carry around wine.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

he said while crying and hugging the girl's lifeless body. In his fury, the red moon was suddenly covered with dark clouds and heavy rain poured down "I curse!!!, in the name of my child... I curse the new phoenix! that every passing of a hundred years your body will burn with fire as a sign of my wrath and be reborn from your own ashes!!. And I swear that your eternal life will be one of pain until you beg for your death." The sorcerer's anger brought a terrible deluge across the land. His vengeful heart ended the lives of Cyrus' entire family and the citizens of Agnarr in just that night.

Shiele didn’t realise she could love someone who wasn’t blood related like she did Nathuni. A large gong rattled through the walls pulling both of the girls away from each other bringing them back to the there and now; the next lesson was about to start. Releasing each other Shiele leapt up off the bed grabbing her wand from the small bedside table, her wand was thin and elegant, its colour was ombre of white and brown, the handle was white and began as a plait that slowly loosened until it was more like ivy growing up to the brown tip until it was smooth and round.

Perhaps Queen Haelyn cast a spell on me yesterday to change my mind… It won't take long before I would eventually love this place and abolish my plans…no, I can't let that happen. And that wand, this is my first time to see it up close like this, I only thought this only happens in the movies. “Can I touch it?” She shook her head, “I would like to, but every wand would electrify anyone who touches it except its owner.” Ah, I see. That’s pretty understandable must be because of my harry potter dreams and the fantasy movies I watched last time in the human world….. So technically, wands are like a human who has feelings…and whenever their destined owner touches them, they would be fine, but if

The vines spread and tangled around the spears, the ones that came after got stuck in the net. Nobody took this as a victory, nor did they take it as the time to rest or strategize. They regrouped with their guards fully up while waiting for Wanton's next attack. A section of the vine forest below blew open with explosive force, and Wanton flew through the hole with a trail of spears behind him. The vines immediately shot towards with but were blasted into oblivion by the exploding mana surrounding him. They regrew moments later and closed off the hole.

Vivian trembled when Sandilo’s forceful voice resounded in the room, “What is in this?” “Ummm….it…has…some things…I took it off…as I wanted to treat my bruises.” Vivian felt very self-conscious when his eyes swept over her from head to toe, “Bruises! Where.” Vivian was tempted to last out at him sarcastically, but she managed to bite her tongue at the right moment. “My arms are hurting. I need to use the wand in the backpack to heal it.” “Wand, what is that?” “It is a device that heals the wounds.”

“Your sparrows have been busy from the looks of it.” “Ah, we’re babysitting for Harry and Jules,” she explained, nodding her head towards the windows that overlooked where Ryan was playing. “So that they can do farm things at vampiric speed. Apparently, the locals have been helping with the basics, but there are things that only Jules can do. Seeing as I had hours to spare and a kitchen to while it away in, I thought I’d prepare some spells as it looks like war will return to Havermouth’s streets sooner than later. Oh, be careful,” she added as Leighton stooped to pick up an item before him. “Pick that up by the leaf it’s wrapped in. It’s Dendrocnide moroides. Even the sparrows needed to han

"Your disguise is impeccable I agree to that, but it is still not enough to fool the eyes of experts, silly child. You should continue looking for your wand, you don't have to worry I will not tell your secret to another soul, I promise." Feeling that the owner does not have any malicious intent towards her, Audrey decided to trust her intuition. Besides, it's not as if this shop owner will be too bored to be gossiping about a small fry like her, she thought. She continued trying out the available wands until she arrived at the last cabinet. There she saw an inconspicuous looking wand. Its color was deep violet and it was lacking of exquisite design unlike the other wand displayed on the sto

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.