Harry Potter Wand Holly Novels & Stories

“Have you got your own druidic wand?” “A what?” I answered swiftly. “It is an object we use to enhance the spell of potion we are working on.” Aerin stood up and sauntered over to the table, she started drawing on a piece of paper that Grandma Rose handed to her. “It is called a Druid rod or wand. It is made from Hazel, with herbal clay worked around it and embellished with crystals.” She drew a staff-like wand. “It has to touch the thing that it was directed at with the crystal at the top.”

I heard him clapping. "Just do that and you'll defeat the other witch. Also if you keep drawing the energy around yourself and they are near you'll drain their powers significantly," he mumbled softly and I nodded feeling super confident. Eoin lifted up the wand we had found and Hoka explained that wands were good if you need to fire your energy to a specific point. "It's a birch wood wand and is used for protection. Use it to fight the bad witch for additional safety," he informed me. I took the wand and Hoka showed us both the correct way to hold it. He said the silver enhanced my energy and the moonstone was for focus.

I wasn't sure what I expected when I suggested a movie night. Having Hollyn sit on the floor barely two feet away from the TV wasn't how I'd envisioned the night progressing, that was for damn sure. But her astonishment when I'd turned the movie on had curbed any desire I had to quash the joy lighting up her face. What the fuck are we going to do? I asked my brothers as Harry visited Diagon Alley for the first time on the screen. We need some straight fucking answers, Thane said. His mental voice was tight and hard. We can't keep her locked up in here, no matter how much each of us seems to want that.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

“I don’t like that look.’ That only makes me grin more widely. It’s only a couple of minutes before Holly knocks on the door. I go and open it and she flits in carrying a tray of cookies. I notice that they look really good, so that’s an improvement. However, I already know that they won’t taste good if Holly was warning me off of them. “Alpha Liam, this is Holly.” Uncle Liam stands and Holly begins to flutter like the sprites do when they are around large werewolves, Alphas in particular.

For the other two, the grounds—which had seemed so lush and well-tended in the daylight—were now booby-trapped with fallen bristlecones, thick-rooted ferns, and the backs of Holly’s feet. When Holly had asked her to do some extraordinary moon spells, Clara had gotten a sinking feeling in her stomach. Alex had just dropped her off in her chamber room. And he repeatedly emphasized she was not to wander off on her own. Clara wanted badly to have a friend in Holly, so she didn’t want to decline her request. It only occurred to her how big of a deal this ancient magic was; everyone appeared to be interested in it.

No one knew but he saw-- The wand lit up when his blackmailer, Damon held it with the "Darkhole"! According to Hank and Mike, the wand would light up every time it takes an item, and they had witnessed the light twice, so it meant that whatever Damon put in there, was the power of fire! The next would be his blood, and then two lives! "Of course I can." Ann laughed happily, "The alpha saw." Edmund frowned due to the surprise, and then he remembered. He too, saw the wand glow once! It was only then did he realized what Hank and Mike said they witnessed--

"His name shocked Eryndor 'How has the tree come to know my name?' As he was still regaining his consciousness, Eryndor blurted out: 'Who's there?" Youngling's young greenish leaves trembled, releasing a faint and smothe rustle, as Elderwood's gentle voice enveloped her. 'Eryndor will save me, won't he?' she whispered, her delicate petals unfolding like tiny hands clasped in prayers. A tender shoot of hope sprouted within her, its tender tip reaching for the warmth of promise. Her roots deepened, clinging to the earth, as if unwilling to let go. "May I live long!"

The more I laughed and wiggled, the happier the wand seemed to have gotten. Others were starting to take notice and were gawking at me. I grabbed the leather handle, stopping it from poking me further, and it rested in my hand comfortably. I almost didn’t notice the loud gasping of those around me just as the warning bell sounded, causing everyone to scatter the halls. Examining the wand, I noticed that it was wrapped tight to hold the seven different colored gems, small and polished. Purple, indigo, sky blue, green, yellow, orange, and finally red, at the very base of the handle.

"My father would have killed me?" "He could have killed you just to help his little witch," He said facing me. "She fooled them into believing the source of the power she seeks was in one of the packs," "Source of power?" I asked. "She is a half witch," Hayden said. A witch? The priestess was a witch? I faced her as she smirked staring at Hayden, the priest of the moonlight Groove was a half witch? She tilted her head, folding her fist as she gritted her teeth, she walked closer to Hayden. They both stood staring at each other as they glared at each other.