Harry Potter Wandless Magic Novels & Stories

Cam snorts out a laugh. “That’s fair. Well it’s an easy enough spell to break. I made the magic dissolvable and of course I used something I had handy as the trigger. So all you need to do is tip a little whiskey over it.” She explains. Well of course.Why wouldn’t the bartending Witch make spells that can only be broken with alcohol? I thank her and say my goodbyes while Bellamy heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey he must have kept in one of the higher cupboards. I’ve already looked in all the ones I can reach while attempting to cool so I know they weren’t full of booze. He returns and I take the bottle and carefully tip a capful of whiskey over Harry’s hand. We all stare, wait

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

“Well, thanks.” His eyes narrowed further. “What are you?” “I didn’t lie to you. I am a witch, and I’m also a wolf.” Hexfort groaned. “Fucking hybrids.” He glanced at Vee, Damian, and Xavier. Once again the room filled with a tingle of magic as he probed them. My brows raised. “You can use magic without your wand?” Only the most powerful witches could do simple castings without their crystal. He huffed, his gaze snapping back to mine. “If I could cast without my wand I wouldn’t be strapped to this chair, now would I?”

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.

“What is this? This isn't an ordinary wooden stick, I know it's a magic wand! You don't lie to me. Take them to the holding cell!” The soldiers took Winky and Robert to a holding cell. The plan, tomorrow morning, they will all be executed, beheaded alive. Winky was trembling with fear, but he couldn't give up. He had to keep his wand with him. Silently his hand took his wand from the guard's pocket. He hid it back into his robe. “Winky, I wish I could teleport here,” said Robert. He wanted to do it, but he couldn't. “Why, Master? Is there any problem?” Winky asked in surprise. Winky also tried to make magic, but there was absolutely no change. Strangely, he looked around this cell room.

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

Eileen scoffs. “Again, because you are clearly to stupid to understand - we have magic.” I rise from my seat, Clara and Sophie moving closer to Lilliana. Instead of saying anything I mindlink the guys to move, and then I concentrate on the four insanely stupid and cocky witch girls. Liam smirks at them just as I grab a magical hold on each of them and levitate them. I move them out of the food court, while they are screaming and cussing at me. It takes a lot of energy, but I have been training for things like this with Azlela since childhood, so I work through the tiredness. Outside the food court, I throw all of them on their asses and keep them steady in my hold, as I look at all four of t

Living amongst the people for the last two hundred years he watched them evolve,but one thing was still the same,'money equalled power. Although he was a gifted wizzard,he could not manifest money and now he was low on precious money. He didn't want to go back into the ways of tricking people into giving him money. Although he knew that hypothetically, he was tricking Gregory for double of what he had initially asked. He often thought about it but always decided against it. He would have only used his magic when needed. As he stayed amongst the human beings,day by day his magic would start to fade and Oz knew that oneday when that happens,he would finally settle down,age and die like one of

She won't dare to make Leviathan angry. Principal Jamison paced back and forth lecturing me about using my magic on other students... I didn't do anything other than mess with her hair! It didn't even touch her skin! She can just wear a wig for a few months! What's the big deal? So, does that mean if I just punched the bitch in the nose and didn't use any of my magic I could've gotten off scot-free? It seems like it! I could've done a helluva lot more damage and not used any magic, and she still could've ended up in the hospital. I'll remember that for the next time I want to kick her ass!

I asked the question which was on my mind. “Unlike you, I'm not a witch from a pure bloodline. So I have to say spells. Only a witch like you from the pureblood lineage can do magic without saying spells. All you have to say is wish or inwardly say what you want to do and channel your powers. Then boom! It’s done,” She answered. I understood what she meant because back when I wanted to detoxify Zander, I didn't say any spells, I just set my mind that I wanted to detoxify him, and then it happened.