Harry Potter Wandless Magic Novels & Stories

Oswic's heart began to pound as he twisted it left and right. “Anyone in?” He whispered but got no reply. He didn't know if forcing the cold metal door open was the right thing to do or to go back to the other tunnel - hopefully it'll lead somewhere else. After some rash decisions, he clumsily retrieved his wand from his pocket. He knew that each spell reduced their chances of returning to their world but he had to risk it. He put the wand on the knob and whispered a spell. When he turned the knob again, it opened. Inside he saw -

"Callox, I can't find the medicine.I'm so sorry.What should I do?" Callox had broken into a cold sweat. I tried to wipe it off his forehead. He grimaced in pain and shut his eyes tight. I couldn't bear to see him like this. "Let me help." Suddenly, Morgan raised his magic wand, winking at me. "Don't forget that I'm a wizard, too." As he spoke, he started to wave his magic wand. A bright light exploded from the wand's tip and landed on Callox. Callox's tightly-knit eyebrows instantly relaxed.

‘you’ll see them flying on broomsticks, putting on black hoods, with protruded caps, they are very wicked and seeks to harvest our blood if we let them, but we can resist them’ Dike said as they approach to cross the territory of witches. He then asked everyone to bring out from their bags the portion given to them by the Oracles, ‘don’t waste it, when a witch approaches you, stay composed and make sure it gets close enough then you pour this portion on the witch and it will dematerialize before your eyes, but remember, don’t waste it and don’t use it unless it’s necessary. If you waste yours, you are gone’ he added.

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—"

Counting the knights and taking stock of everything that would prove an obstacle. But he was plagued by the inability to find the particular spell in the book. Anything that could bind BailaLae in the form she was currently in. He needed to figure out what she was under before he could free her. Then pray there was one amidst them strong enough to cast it. Warlord knew how powerful he was, but his magic was not strongest in the area of spell casting. It was more earthen. Drawn from the air and sky and assuming control over these. To cite words and make a particular thing happen had been Hawk’s forte.

She moved herself trying to sit while she grabbed the blanket to cover her body. "Andy, I know you deserve to know, but please promise me you'll try to understand." He sat in front of her and hold her hand. "I am not human, I am an Encantado," he started. "Encantado what? What do you mean you're not human? You mean to say I just made love with a monster?" She panicked. "Monster? Andy, I am not a monster! I am way far from being a monster. Yes, I possess power, I live in a magical place not visible to human eyes!

How were they not dead? "Let me help." Laeddin waved his hand. It seemed Laeddin would use his magic on anyone but me. "Hang on." He tried again, waving his hand in a small swirling motion. I'd seen him do that same movement many times before in order to activate his magic, but this time nothing happened. He snapped his fingers, trying for a third time. The tattoos around his wrists sparked, but it was as though his magic had short-circuited. "What's the matter with you?" I took his hands. They felt warm and my fingers tingled with the remnants of the magic he had been trying to cast.

He slashed at it with his blade, cutting deep — but every cut simply made it split, two tendrils growing from the wound. A second wrapped his other leg, then his waist. The pull wasn’t violent — it was constant, irresistible, like a slow tide pulling a body out to sea. Harlow lunged in, trying to sever the binds, but another shadow arm blocked her, striking with enough force to send her skidding back across the stone, sparks trailing from her blade. Killian stepped forward, reaching with his own magic. He could feel the difference instantly — the tendrils from the fissure were his, but not under his command.

And hell, he didn’t even have a knife! The fucking idiot was going to get himself killed! Huffing, I ran to catch up. For someone with a supposed injured leg, Zane could move. Fast! I was running as if the hounds of hell were hot on my tail, and I just barely managed to follow his tracks. But then again, if he was some kind of alien wizard, he could have mended his wounds with some kind of crybaby tree. Did “expelliarmus” work on weapons other than magic wands?

I raise a brow asking him to explain about the hocus pocus shit he’s doing. “It’s a simple protection spell, when something hits you,the force of impact won’t be as hard,and it makes you lighter so it’s easier to move around and control your body”Oooo neat.I like this wizardy shit. "I can't balence the barrier that well, you're a werewolf also aren't you,I am hoping that you can help me balence the barrier,unless you're a fire descendant "If I have any shot at taking down Mage,i won't be able to do it trying to hold this barrier up.