Hermione Wand Core Novels & Stories

A proctor in pristine white robes stood on the platform, his expression stern. When they saw the wand in my hand, the crowd stared. "Gods, does she really think she can pass the trial with that thing?" "It's always the ugly ones who try the hardest. As if a fancy prop could hide what she is. Trash is still trash." "Is she trying to upstage our Isabella?" "Hah! Well, she succeeded. As a clown." "Please. Isabella's wand is laurel wood with a pure mana crystal. Lord Adrian chose it for her himself. And this girl shows up with a toy? She's not even in the same league."

"They don't talk." As she headed out of the room, I raked my fingers through my hair, trying to put it in order. A normal day in the coven. It'd have been abnormal if no one fought. Standing, I took out all the essentials I needed from the potions pot, including some burdock roots, sulfur, and a bottle mercury. I took pains to keep my fingers around the base of the mercury bottle, hoping the element wouldn't make contact with my skin. Mercury was to witches what wolfsbane was to lycans.

“That’s enough time to burn this place to the ground.” The doors hissed open, revealing a chamber that defied logic. In the centre of the room was a massive, rotating sphere of liquid silver, suspended in a magnetic field that pulsed with a rhythmic, violet light. This was the Core which is also the source of the High King’s absolute control over the Northern magic. And strapped into chairs surrounding the sphere were Leo and Liam. They were covered in wires that glowed with a sickly violet hue, their small faces pale and drawn. Their eyes were open, but they were vacant, staring into the swirling silver depths of the Core as if they were seeing another world.

There is no way of distinguishing Dark-Cored Wizards from Light-Cored ones however, since the cores are determined only by an in-depth exam that can only be done in a secured environment that lasts for at least half-an hour. Magical cores are the strongs of magic that settles at the very bottom of a Wizard's heart, it's color determines whether the Wizard would be good or bad. The cores direct a Wizard's way of thinking, and so far, no Dark-Cored Wizard have ever beem good and vice versa.

“Have you got your own druidic wand?” “A what?” I answered swiftly. “It is an object we use to enhance the spell of potion we are working on.” Aerin stood up and sauntered over to the table, she started drawing on a piece of paper that Grandma Rose handed to her. “It is called a Druid rod or wand. It is made from Hazel, with herbal clay worked around it and embellished with crystals.” She drew a staff-like wand. “It has to touch the thing that it was directed at with the crystal at the top.”

“Is that yours?” “Yes, I was trying to throw a stronger laser spell to cut off his hands, but it was as if the spell got stuck in the wand and it burned it inside-out.” “It happens. We aren’t witches. For us, a wand acts mainly as a conduit and amplifier for our energy. If we load it with too much energy at once or try to cast a spell too strong for it, it can shortcircuit the wand and burn it. Tomorrow is Sunday, I’m sure Martha can take you to Glasgow so you can get yourself a new wand. You had a beginner one, make sure to buy a more advanced one this time,” said Borin.

he asked quietly, “that telling me this might cost you your chance to go to the battlefield?” “If I hadn’t broken her work, that opportunity would have belonged to her.” After a pause, Lan said, “In that case, study the commission first.” He looked at me and smiled faintly, his eyes shining like violet crystal. “If you truly want me to take her back… then put your heart into crafting this wand.” “Alright!” I agreed with one hundred and twenty percent confidence. But about five minutes after Lan left, I completely regretted being so confident. The commission listed only five primary materials:

She cries silently, Merlin tries to hold her other hand, but she wriggles her hand free of him. “I am truly sorry, for everything I’ve put you through. If I’d had any say, I would not have done this. Any of it.” Ash nods and Kai moves to the bed with the children on as Merlin turns to inspect them. He pulls out a wand from a pocket which grows as he holds it into a long wooden staff, it was solid looking but also appears ancient, with a cluster of pale-green crystals fused into the top of it. He waves it in a circle, and a swirl of sparks flies from the crystal.

My fingers brushed against the cool surface of the stone slab, and with a firm grip, I heaved it aside to reveal the hidden compartment beneath. My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the object nestled within—a wand, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly sheen. Instinctively, I reached out and grasped it, feeling its weight in my hand as if it were a living thing, pulsing with dormant power.

Lya, on the other hand, wasn't fond of the way Eric's eyes landed on me ninety percent of the time, even if she did everything she could to draw his attention to her. The room filled with witches and warriors. Maren strode through the hall, offering me a dark grin. She then stopped beside Eric and Einer. "Unfortunately, we don't have a talisman that would make filling the jades much easier. We will use the strongest witches as vessels. They will drink the essence and use their bodies to transform the core's magic and then place it in the stone," she explained, looking at the gathered witches. One of the witches stepped forward. "B-but the essence... wouldn't it be poisonous?"