Magic Wand Stories Novels & Stories

“Perhaps, the greatest risk any of us will ever take is to be seen as who we really are.” I stated dreamily while holding a medium wand that my father bought for me thirteen years ago. My left foot took a step forward as I smile heartily with both of my hands clasp altogether as I look up in the sky, remembering my favourite fairy tale, Cinderella.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

His expression was one of pure delight. "All right, witch," he spat. Damion pulled forward a small stool and pushed it directly in front of me before he sat down. "I'll entertain you for a bit." "Once upon a time, there was a man who could turn himself into a wolf. That man fell in love with a beautiful maiden who danced naked during a full moon and could turn flowers into gemstones." His voice was mocking as he spun his fairytale. I raised an eyebrow at his story, still not understanding its relevance.

Because everything comes back to Mayari being the moon goddess. “Before that, let's do something about this place of mine, shall we?” Aunt Kyndra said. She held up the white stick which apparently seemed to be her wand. “Tidy!” The scattered books moved spontaneously and one by one returned to the bookshelf. All the mess flew into the nearest trash bin. Brooms, Tags, mops, all worked together until the whole place was squeaky clean. I shook my head as I watched everything. Casters really had it good. With a swish of a wand and a spell, they can do anything.

Winky goes into a black hole and ends up in a wilderness he doesn't know where. “Open the gate!” the man ordered. Winky didn't know what the man meant, what gate he meant. Winky's hands were shaking. He was holding his wand but he wasn't good at chanting spells even though he was okay at memorizing them. He himself is still learning.

he asked seriously. "No, Beta, I wasn't telling you a fairy tale. I was telling you a story my mother usually told me and said how true it was. We both know how warlocks and witches do exist. Some practice dark magic while some pure magic, but have we ever heard of one that brings another to life?" I asked as he looked at me coldly. "Assuming your little fairy tale is an actual true story, how do I get to the evil territory?" he asked. "By crossing two big rivers, a mountain, and the forever rainy forest!" I answered.

The woman held out her magic wand. At the end of the magic wand there was a red light. Slowly but surely, the red light turned into flames. She turned the magic wand and hit it on the prince's body. She was very surprised to see her magic wand bounce back at her. "Don't hide behind your protectors, coward man." She looks very angry.

He asked Nerea. Nerea embraced him with a mother's care, and the pleasant aroma of vanilla and cocoa bean calmed his jangled nerves, “Of course, Capito. I will be with you every step they allow me to, and I will be waiting when you are finished.” Warren stepped forward, “I have yellow eyes.” Much to his dismay Warren turned out to be the only one with yellow eyes. The fairy nodded, “Name please.” “Warren Vandal.” “Age?” “Fifteen,” Warren replied. The experience started to resemble a trip to the doctor's office.

Johnny concluded the story about those forest elves. The children continued to work on their wands. “Each of you tuck the wand with the chosen gem into this furnace, one at a time. Diamond, ruby, sapphire or jade, it doesn’t matter... stick the gem to the wand or what you want to attach to the top, with basilisk glue, then insert it here. But be careful, the fire inside is even hotter than the sun. Leave it there until you count three dragons, and then drop it into this cauldron, where the wind and the blast of midnight wind are hidden. But ...be careful to take it out in the blink of an eye, otherwise it breaks the wand into pieces, as it happens to an icicle...