Harry Potter Wandless Magic Guy Novels & Stories

We walked to the gate and for the last time today he embraced me in his arms and heaven, he smelled divine, the smell of his flesh was incredible and masculine more than that he gave me warmth that none of them except my mother gave me. “Should I drop you home, Cassandra?” He probably couldn't, I lived in a whole different world. “I'm a grown up woman I can go by myself.” “Still give me your number so I can make sure you are okay.” He hand out his phone towards me probably for exchanging numbers but I didn't have one, I never needed one. A single werewolf howl was enough for all the tribe to get informed. “I don't have a smartphone, I mean I left it at home, didn't bring it here but don't wo

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

the man shouted loudly, bracing his feet against the wall of teeth. Kendrick exhaled deeply, closed his mouth, and pulled him away a moment as he asked in a world-weary tone, "All right...let's hear it." The young man steadied his breath, swallowing hard as he spoke to his would-be predator, "I-I am a wizard." A look of skepticism crossed Kendrick's face. "I've got a potion that I have created that you would want. And if you promise not to eat me I'll give you this potion." The man explained quickly.

Avery walked outside the house and into the front porch where Jordan and his parents disappeared, she saw the magic signature on the ground and thought about how a young boy could be able to handle this spell. It was a Spanish spell that took years and years of practice but Jordan learned it today and he used it three times on top of that the invisibility spell that drains a lot of energy, he used and stayed that way for almost thirty minutes. She thought the only way he could pull this off was if his powers had a different source than every other witch.

(Reagan's POV) Holy crap. How can I explain this to Derek and Unknown dude what just happened? There were several options to choose from: (A) "I read a spell in Harry Potter and thought I should try it. It worked." (B) "I'm doing an experiment in Chemistry on how to pop out of thin air." (C) "I'm 25% unicorn, 25% leprechaun and 25% fairy." (in that case, would that turn me into a troll as a result, right?)

I stared at the window, watching people walking down the street, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I wondered if any of them were a wizard or a sorceress, and if so, if they had to do what I did - to always run away from something and be careful about everything they do - are they as homeless as I am? I sighed and took a sip of my cup of coffee. After looking out the window again, I saw a tall, well-built guy, about 19 years old, with dark eyes and black half-long, wavy hair, falling slightly over his left eye. His complexion was milky white, which was quite strange, as his features suggested that he was rather Italian. This young man wore dark navy blue jeans and a white shirt with

He smiled at us, revealing his bloody lips as blood trickled down the edge of his lips. Suzy closed her eyes and started chanting incantations, she controlled every molecule present in the air and directed it towards the map to have a lead of some sort but instead, the map caught fire-- every part of it leaving nothing but burnt ashes on the table and burnt-out candles. "How is that possible?" I stood up immediately not understanding how and what went wrong. "It is simple actually, he is cloaked by magic. After all, he is a powerful warlock that won't do anything to stay anonymous considering the fact that he has upset a powerful family." Suzy raised her brow and grinned at everyone present.

Holding in his laughter he made a circular motion with his index finger. I gasped as I watched a thin and transparent glittering blue barrier rise up from around us, meeting in ends to form a shining globe around us. It bulged outwards as my fingers neared it to touch. Wizardry? "Don't tell me! You were the 15th century Harry Potter?" I squealed. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know any Harry." It wouldn't be wise to say those words out loud back on earth. "Then how do you do this?" I asked with rising curiosity.

Even though the flame did not make contact with his hand, it was clear that he had complete control of it because it did not move at all. Hendrick's eyes were closed. As he furrowed his brows more intently, his lines and wrinkles became more apparent. Jennifer was startled when the blinds of the glass door started to move as if the door was not closed and air could come inside with a rush. However, that door was closed. Hendrick was a very old man. But Jennifer could say that he was the most powerful wizard in the world. The man who was able to change the laws of nature was someone who possessed an incredible amount of ability.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in