Harry Potter Wand Generator Novels & Stories

I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation. "Good," he said. He picked up one of the instruments from the case. It was a small, silver rod, with a tiny, sharp point on the end. It looked like a pen, but for flesh. "This is called a wand. It's for tracing delicate lines. For making you feel things you've never felt before."

I ask, “Is there anything you can give me to help me for this journey? I don’t know what I’ll need, but I need all the help I can get if I’m going up against Xavier Black and his pack.” Cora pats my shoulder before walking to the stairs that lead to her office. When we get in there she immediately starts getting to work on different potions and then tells me, “I was going to wait to give you this, but now seems as good a time as any.” She sets down a black wand with white swirls throughout it. I look at her with wide eyes and she says, “I had to use some of your DNA to make it perfectly personalized to you. Because of this it should make it easier for you to cast spells. Magic is not somethi

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Loop, and pulls out from her bag a paper bag that shouldn't be able to fit in it, "the wands for all of you have arrived. Come up one by one to get yours when I call your name." Going by the alphabet, kids are called up to receive a simple box with a wand and a casting ring. I get mine, and politely say thank you as I do. I can recall that we all did sign up to get wands and a casting ring, and paid fifteen dollars for the set. I happen to have had the money for it, since during middle school I helped out around the facility I was in and collected a modest amount of cash. It's not much, but one of the administrators suggested I put that money in a bank and a stock that seems to always do wel

Its color changed again and because dark indigo. "The power of metal, from both the earth and the sky," The Queen mumbled on, "grants the creature the mark of the past and the future." The color changed again. With magic items and powers boiling up in midair, there was finally the shape of a wand -- A wand that took the form of wood, but with metal grain in dark indigo carved all over its body. The wand was now a whole with no seam or parts indicating anything out of balance; and the bottom of it shone a bit watery blue light, like the deep dark ocean, while the tip a shred of ice, showing its sharp edge.

he handed me over the dagger as he said-" Make a small cut and let your blood flow throw the wand and read out the spells written in the book" I took the dagger from his hands as I made a little cut on my right palms. I hissed a little in pain. I hold the wand in my right palm allowing the blood to go through the wand. I began to read the spell-" Potentia omnipotentia terrae huius virga per sanguinem in venas volabit. Damnabo et solus omnium potentiarum huius magici absolutae possessor ero. ego tibi mando ut mecum vincas. Haeres ego baculi huius aureae, Te mecum vinclum iube, et meas absolutas potestates evellere." (The almighty power of this earth shall be flown with this wand through the

Welcoming party? He pulled a white stick from his dress and I realised it was his wand. He rotated it with a chant and the place darkened. I used my wolf vision and found him moving his wand in darkness. The sound of buzz followed by fireflies started coming into the room out of nowhere and it started assembling into words. I gasped when the formation completed and the result was totally unexpected– Happy birthday, Cupcake!

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

I try to move but Xavier tightened his grip on my shoulder. "Stay." He whispered harshly in my ear and turned to Henry. "Like I said she's not your slave, if you want to order someone, order one of your dump followers." "Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that?" Henry snarled. "Xavier Hunter." He replied simply. "I can talk to you however I want, you're not some god that I will bow down and respect. Oh and not all people that wears glasses are nerds."