Lily Evans Potter Wand Novels & Stories

So, I shouted one spell out loud, and it worked. ‘But only witches can use wands, so how is this possible?’ Leon asks. I take the wand from my pocket, whirl it around, and point at a shrub, ‘Inferno Flamo.’ I say, and we watch as nothing happens. I pass the wand to Gianna. ‘Inferno Flamo?’ she says. Again, nothing happens. ‘Why does it only work for May?’ I ask. Nina takes the wand. ‘Inferno Flamo.’ She says, and a gigantic ball of flame appears and flies fiercely through the air over a mountain. We hear the impact in the distance, causing a touch of smoke to rise into the sky.

“I need a torch.” She then waved her hand in a circle and a shining silver wand appeared in front of her eyes. Coiling her fingers around it, Diana then murmured a spell and soon the top end of the wand started burning with glittering silver light. Gulping a lump down her throat, she lifted the hem of her gown and entered that creepy room with baby steps.

Witch Lily? “Lily. Are you sure you want to go against me?” Rose smiled gently, but it was evident that she was challenging Witch Lily. “I won't do it,” Witch Lily said with resolution. “Well.. If you won't follow me,” Rose's smile turned evil. “Then DIE!” She cast a lightning bolt so fast at Witch Lily that she didn't have time to react as the lightning bolt hit and electrocuted her. Witch Lily’s body fell to the floor, and it wasn't hard to see what had become of her.

"No, Lily. The wand was already too expensive." Lily's face immediately crumpled, her lower lip trembling dramatically. "But I want it!" She threw herself on the polished floor, her expensive dress fanning out around her. "You have to buy it for me!" Other customers turned to stare at the spectacle. I saw several pack members among them, their expressions a mix of curiosity and judgment. Sarah rushed to her daughter's side, her designer heels clicking on the marble floor. "Lily, honey, don't cry. Alpha Alex has been so generous already..."

Kenny caught his arm, holding him back. "Wait," he whispered, instinct telling him not to disrupt whatever was happening. "Look at her. She's... different." Indeed, Lilly appeared transformed. The weakness and pallor that had plagued her were gone. Her breathing was deep and even, her posture straight and strong. Around her, small white flowers had begun to bloom in a perfect circle—moon roses, their petals shimmering with an otherworldly light. "She's in some kind of trance," Axel murmured, his eyes wide with wonder and concern.

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

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."

’ thought Lily, sniffling the sweet. “No, I didn’t mix anything in it, Ms. Williams. I am not that shallow to spoil your food with drugs, okay? If I really want to harm you, my hands are enough” said Evandor nonchalantly, while showing his ghostly pale white muscular arms. Lily agreed with him on that matter knowing he doesn’t need to spoil her food to control her, he is really powerful in front of her but still she kept on staring at him suspiciously. “Percy, have the sweet in Ms. William’s hand so that she can trust us” commanded Evandor with a deep sigh of frustration and Percy nodded.

Lily A howl shattered the clearing. It tore apart the chants, reverberating through each of the elements swirling through the darkness. The blade froze a hair’s breadth above Lily’s chest. She let out a ragged breath, though her eyes remained fixed on the glint of the blade. It shimmered in the moonlight, trembling in Peverton’s shaky grip. “Potentia grym,” he muttered, shaking his head. Then, again, louder, he said: “Potentia grym!” and raised the blade anew.