Harry Potter Wandless Magic Guy Novels & Stories

“Why on earth should I be?” “Most people don't like magic.” He contemplates my words. “Most people are ignorant idiots. Which pack are you from anyway? Are you a hybrid?” The question along with his statement makes me scared, and I do not want to answer them at all. He seems really determined to make me his Luna, and this conversation is getting dangerous.

He parts from yet another rough kiss, the nasty, annoying smirk appearing on his lips. "Jealous much?" "Fuck you..." Suddenly, the howling crowd went silent. There was an incredible shift in the air, I couldn't pin point the feeling but it hit at the back of my neck. A response to threat, is such a reaction. Turning around, I see the wizard, looking old yet with jet black hair and tight skin, wearing sunglasses in the dimness of his own house, was him. Charles Glen, the Wizard.

He said turning around before breaking the transcendence barrier he puts in the library. "I thought you are just concealing your magic, but seems like you are not. Someone coming from the Hogi family. Understandable." He said waving, leaving the library. ALkhun was left there having goosebumps. He doesn't know who is this guy is, but he is not someone to be underestimated. It is the first time had goosebumps on someone except his father. Being able to cast Tracendence stage, even though it was just basic grade magic it was not a normal mage could chant.

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.

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

Then Freda turned—and Nathan saw rage in her eyes. She pointed at Zach, still lingering near the door. "You! What the hell did you do to her?" Before anyone could react, Freda’s hand lifted—and Zach choked, his feet leaving the ground as an invisible force clamped around his throat. "Freda—!" Pru gasped. Nathan stared, stunned. He’d never seen a witch move like that—without spells, without tools. Just raw, terrifying will. Deidre looked equally shocked. "Okay, what? Since when can you—"

Most of the witch’s ladder can only be removed by the person who placed it around their victim’s neck. Lucas struggles to get rid of the object around his neck but his struggles were all in vain. There’s nothing he could do. He can’t fang out nor can his claws pop out. Neither can he use his abilities as a half-wizard. Before he could open his mouth to howl, the strange man snapped his fingers and they all disappeared into a cloud of thick red smoke. FOUR HOURS LATER

As the clash between Oscar and Damian reached its peak, Oscar seized an opportunity to turn the tide in his favor. With a swift motion, he retrieved a gleaming, arcane wand from his side, its magical essence pulsating with power. With a determined glare, he aimed the wand at Damian, channeling his energy into a single spell. A burst of magical energy erupted from the wand, striking Damian with precision. The impact caused Damian to stagger, his movements faltering as the magic worked its way through his body. The disabling spell had taken effect, rendering him temporarily incapacitated and vulnerable.

Trudging behind him was Greyson with his hands on his pocket and a laid back expression on his face. “What is his name?” “The books never mentioned his name. It was only mentioned how he was very powerful and the speculations about him having a relationship with the black magic users.” “But why was his wand here if he was said to have a connection with black magic?" "They said his wand was so powerful that no one can hold it unless someone as powerful as him was born and was chosen by the wand to become its new master.” Wow, that was straight OP. I stared back at the wand. It was really beautiful. I wonder why people ignore it.

All he lacked was a red suit and a few reindeer. “Santa is a myth,” the wizard chuckled. “As you can see, I’m quite real.” “I forgot you read minds too,” Tara said with mild irritation. She’d followed Maggie’s instructions on blocking her thoughts and was disappointed it wasn’t working. Joshua spoke the truth when he said the wizard was good at it. “That I do, my dear girl. You have the power to block me if it bothers you,” he said matter-of-factly before turning his attention to Joshua. “Who might you be, young man?”