Harry Potter Wandless Magic Novels & Stories

We were a weapon. And we were ready. Headmistress Morwen sat on her chair, her fingers trembling around a silver chalice. Across her, the air twisted—and Harry stepped through, not from the door, but from the dark itself. He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He only stared at her. “Why couldn't you stop her from performing the ritual?" He finally asked. Harry stepped forward, his boots silent on the stone. “You think she is the threat?” “She’s unstable,” Headmistress Morwen said. “Her power is growing beyond containment. Without the bond, she’s a wildfire with no boundaries. And you know what happens when that kind of power is unleashed.”

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?”

“Speak now before I wake the warriors and have you taken.” She smiled, and it was a small thing that carried no warmth. “Come on, Tessa,” she said. “You know you wouldn’t be able to do that. It’s simply impossible, don’t you think?” I narrowed my eyes. I was guessing she had some type of teleportation magic. Wizards and witches had their signatures, after all. Those with pure blood carried a unique gift, some strong and some weaker than others. Aside from that, they had the ability to understand magic on a deeper level.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

I whispered and almost immediately, my appearance changed. The clothes I wore turned into a red gown. My own "once in a while" sceptre found its way into my hands. My hair became longer and every right thing about me changed to the magical form I switched to. "Woah!" Steve exclaimed as he stared at me with surprise and shock. I turned towards the part of the city that caught fire and stretched my sceptre towards the area. Immediately, the fire died down and smoke was the only thing that remained. I stretched the sceptre towards every corner of the Spears' mansion, thereby invoking and assigning some of my protection powers to the house and everything in it. None of the inhabitants would get

It was then I noticed that I was shackled to the cold wooden chair I was sitting in. There was some slack to my chains, enough so I could reach up and cradle my aching head. I hissed when my fingers crossed the large goose egg that was swelling at my temple. My hands traveled down to my neck, a thick choker was locked securely around my neck and it burned when my fingers touched it. I recognized this sensation. It was silver. Silver had always been some strange weakness of mine. Whenever I tried to wear silver in the past, it had always burned. Also, it suppressed my magical abilities.

state sOwen. “I have never heard of a warlock or witch masking their scent or having the ability to mask other’s. And that has been thought of. The high warlock has reported this has never been a possibility and they have not created a spell or potion to be able to do that. As for making their footsteps quieter, yes that is possible though magic has it’s limits. One cannot just do a spell without draining their energy which makes them vulnerable. Can I get back to the lesson without unnecessary interruptions,” asks dad as he glares at Owen.

She put all the clothes into the hamper. “Tsk tsk dear, let’s clean this up.” Willow smiled as she pulled out her wand. In that moment, Stacy felt the magic gather around the witch and the chanting start. The wind whipped her raven locks back, and the floor soon seemed much cleaner. It was a strange feeling to have the floor clean itself under your bare feet. A few moments later, the windows sent more light into the room.

"Willow, you have a spell to send them back to... somewhere, don't you?" Lily asked her as more Undead forest creatures crawled out from the waters and the soil at their feet. "My Magic can only destroy so many," Willow reminded her. She waved her hand. A white light illuminated her finger tips as Light Magic radiated and struck the nearest group of Undead critters. "If I had the full extent of my powers under complete control, this whole thing with Karmina would have been done and over with.""

She can literally no longer feel her legs anymore as she holds on tightly against Damon for support. "Kill him," the leader finally speaks with his voice booming loudly and echoing as though he is speaking through a microphone. Without hesitation, five of the wizards storm forward and stretch out their hands as a swirling energy evaporates all over their fingers, creating different ornaments of magical elements that create swords mystically from nowhere in each of their hands. "What the f—" Serena can barely complete her sentence as the first wizard storms over towards them, disappearing from his previous position and materializing suddenly directly in front of Damon and Serena.