Harry Potter Wandless Magic Guy Novels & Stories

"So you're sure magic is real? Like real magic? Superman flying kind of magic?" I snorted. "More like Harry Potter sans the wands." Ru looked thoughtful for a moment. "Oh. Well, it's more practical. Wands can be a messy business. What happens when you lose them?" "I'll never know. Since I don't have either the wand or the glowing fingers." Ru made a face. "That sucks. I was in the mood for some McDonald's." he huffed. "So the only reason you feel bad about me not having magical powers is cos now you have to call reception to order a burger?"

An illusion that he will wake up sooner or later. Even so, he is still willing to save the man's life. He couldn't bear to see someone innocent die before his eyes, regardless if it is just in a dream or in the cruel reality. However, when Evan was about to save the poor man's life, pitch-black thorns suddenly sprouted from the ground below him, trapping the prince like a small critter stuck in a bush of thorns. He couldn't move and when he tried to free himself with his magic, he was stunned when he couldn't feel the flow of mana in his veins, without mana he couldn't use magic. Even if he forced himself, his body will not produce magic with the absence of mana.

“The man that is helping Gilliam claims to be this legendary character. He claims to be Soxor.” A murmur went through the group. I looked at Sybil and saw that she and Rydel were hanging on my every word. Their expressions were serious, showing me that they believed me. I took comfort in that. “I have trained in every settlement that remains, with witches and wizards that are older and more powerful than anyone in this room,” I pressed. I looked around at the elders. The anger that was on their faces was shifting into concern. “I have never faced a wizard as powerful as the man that is claiming to be Soxor. The dark magic that he wields is unnatural. It is a miracle that it hasn’t consumed h

She bustled around, preparing the tea, I assumed. I sat at the small wooden table, watching Nyla creep toward a woven basket overflowing with bottles and strange objects. The key had to be in there somewhere. "The... the road was long," I managed, trying to deepen my voice. "Oh, but you're here now. That's all that matters." She set a steaming cup in front of me, and the sweet smell got stronger. "Drink up. It will help with your tiredness." I lifted the cup but didn't drink. Something about this felt wrong. Well, more wrong than pretending to be a dead man to trick a crazy mage.

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

"I know you think that I may be out of my mind, but I beg you allow her to be whole again." He didn't say a word and retired back to the shelf. After a minute of waiting, he returned once again with the book in his hands. "My name is Zod and I can help you with the spell. You can only cast such dangerous spell in this place and no where else." He informed as he handed over the book to me. I totally understood what he was speaking about. The people believed that magic doesn't exist. And prior to being a Werewolf hunter, I believed the same theory. However, with the number of wolves I had killed, I believe magic was real.

SELENE POV I had all but given up trying to free myself from Tor's iron grip by the time he strode back into the settlement with me slung over his shoulder like some type of trophy. It was times like these that I wished my magical abilities went beyond healing and defensive spells as I fantasized about the h*ll I would unleash on this arrogant b*stard with his superiority complex. I was brought out of my fantasies when I noticed people in the village streets were stopping to stare at the spectacle of me being hauled like a bag of grain. Unable to stand one more moment of this embarrassment, I conceded.

he declars, his eyes burning with determination. Gin, the enigmatic magician of our group, has an array of abilities at his disposal. He could manipulate magic to conjure powerful spells, exhibit incredible telepathic prowess, and blink into places with the swiftness of thought. "I can use my magic to provide us with an advantage," Gin offers, his voice steady. "My telepathy will keep us informed, and my ability to blink will allow us to move quickly and quietly."

"Scream loudly, it's still a lightning strike peach wood sword, a thing that is strong and strong, that specializes in restraining ghosts, it seems that this old man's status is not small." Cadell Marcus thought to himself, couldn't help but look at this Waldo Roy Wizard seriously. Looking at the peach wood sword in Waldo Roy Wizard's hand, under the spiritual power spell, there were nine dense white light points above the peach wood sword, flashing restlessly. Naturally, ordinary people cannot see these white points of light, but Cadell Marcus can. In other words, the Waldo Roy Wizard in front of him is a nine-year-old Wizard, and has not yet reached the Wizard level.

It's a wonder my skin doesn't peel right off my bones. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the stake-wielding Hunter get knocked off his feet, his weapon skittering across the ground. Wand Guy—let's just call him Wandman—is quicker on the uptake, throwing up a magical shield around himself just in time. His face contorts with effort as he channels his energy into maintaining the barrier, teeth gritted in concentration.