Hermione Wand Core Novels & Stories

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?"

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.

When he finished drawing the magic circles, he took the sheet in his hand. He used the magic circle covered sheet to cover the Carbonemys energy core and channeled mana inside the magic circles. The Energy core shrank until it was the side of an eyeball. Repeating the process with the other 3 energy cores. He put all of them inside a Sphere covered in runes and carvings, then sealed them inside. After embedding the energy core sphere inside the scythe's head where the polearm met the scythe and ax blades, he used his mana to fuze the three parts.

So technically, wands are like a human who has feelings…and whenever their destined owner touches them, they would be fine, but if not, then they would kill anyone who dares…. I gulped, “So it chooses you?” “Yes, this also prevents anyone from stealing a wand. Stealing it is considered a crime and punishable by death,” She said, “I see you are curious about it…” I nodded, “When can I get one?” Even though I am half-witch, it must still be in my blood right? So I should have my own… “Oh, whenever a witch reaches the puberty age of 12, the teachers would guide us in the eternal tree where the branches would spring off a wand specifically made for you.”

Of course, it would sound like a curse to him. Zahir continued. “Then Allarya gathered every single witch in the world on the Pire peaks and all of them committed a mass suicide. The last to die was Allarya. She gathered all their mana and concentrated it in a single core. She compacted and sealed the magic core using her mana. She created another core, which was known as the key from the leftover mana in her soul. So even if Derek got his hand on the magic core, he wouldn’t be able to access it without the key.”

With his Master Level eyesight, he could recognize that it was a rare craftsmanship material. It could even be said that it could directly upgrade a piece of broken copper into a material for a magic weapon sharp weapons. However, since Caspian said he wouldn't sell it, of course Zoila Yellow couldn't force it. Even if he wanted to, he didn't have the courage. However, Zoila Yellow still did not give up. He couldn't get the demonic core and tail of the Red Willow Fire Scorpion's entire body. He could still discuss the rest. After all, the Red Willow Fire Scorpion was more than four hundred years old.

They had a wand in their hands. Claire looked around and gasped as she saw her reflection, her eyes were also shining bright blue like them, she was wearing a long blue skirt and a bra-like top, her flat stomach was bare to their gazes. She felt a weight on her hand and looked down to see a wand. It was the same as theirs, but hers was longer and bigger than theirs. It was a deep shape of green, the same color as her eyes when it was in its normal color, a green emerald stone was placed on the top. Just like the one she kept with her.

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

Shiele didn’t realise she could love someone who wasn’t blood related like she did Nathuni. A large gong rattled through the walls pulling both of the girls away from each other bringing them back to the there and now; the next lesson was about to start. Releasing each other Shiele leapt up off the bed grabbing her wand from the small bedside table, her wand was thin and elegant, its colour was ombre of white and brown, the handle was white and began as a plait that slowly loosened until it was more like ivy growing up to the brown tip until it was smooth and round.