Maple Wand Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

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.

"By the way, why are you here today? Something wrong with the guest house?" Lily looked up. "Oh, right. I forgot. The cabinetry showed up, and Miguel called me, saying that it didn't look right, so I came over. You did order the honey maple finish, right?" Ophelia shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know the difference between maple or oak." A masculine voice yelled out from the other end of the house, "Maple is close grained, fine-textured and a very hard wood! Oak is open-grained, but it's dense and durable. Both are a bitch to carve!"

She jabbed her wand in his direction and he suddenly could not move his hands. "Like I was saying" she continued in a calm tune like she did not just yell a few minutes ago. "These herbs include the mandrake root, mugwort, sage, bay Laurel leaves, and Rosemary. There are many others but we will look into the ones mentioned for a start" she revealed and brought one of the plants forward. "This.. is the mugwort plant" she announced, raising it for everyone to see. I stared at the weird-looking plant before, it did not look one bit like the one in Mrs. Springwood's hands. As a matter, the plant before me had a strange phallic shape that got me wondering if it is natural and not absurd.

“It will help, but not entirely. That is why I am here, I will train you to control your magic. We still have a week before your eighteenth birthday and a week to save your sister.” I gripped the wand tightly, finding some comfort in it. Yes, I will control my magic. And I will definitely save my sister. Just hang in there, Mayari. We will come for you. “And, oh, before I forget. There's another reason why that wand is special.” I frowned. “What is it?” “It's made of white oak wood. The only wood capable of killing a vampire, any vampire, with just one strike on the heart.” She smiled at me. “Don't you love it already?”

That managed to get some laughter from the students. "Now, the most common wand holsters are the ones that are attached to the side of your legs, to the side of your chest, and to the under part of your forearm. The last one, the forearm wand holster is used only by adults and it is not because of some law or something like that. If you all take your wands and compare the length of it with the length of your forearm you will find that, normally, the wand is longer and that is obvious because you all are still children."

However, now, there was Mia who was suffering and Hana was helpless. The healer worked fast; his hands danced deftly through the air with practiced ease. Yet Hana knew it might not be enough for Mia yet. Wolfsbane herb also known as poison always clings to life where its deadly roots grow deep inside the body. Even with great expertise from him, Mia's chances were minimal.

He probably thinks he doesn’t need to worry about me going anywhere now that he has me locked so securely. The house is so quiet that I can hear the birds trilling in the tall maple tree right outside our window. The maple tree had been one of the reasons I had purchased this home. The entire street is lined with them. Over one-hundred years old, every fall their leaves turn an amazing shade of red, like a delicate flame.

“Your sparrows have been busy from the looks of it.” “Ah, we’re babysitting for Harry and Jules,” she explained, nodding her head towards the windows that overlooked where Ryan was playing. “So that they can do farm things at vampiric speed. Apparently, the locals have been helping with the basics, but there are things that only Jules can do. Seeing as I had hours to spare and a kitchen to while it away in, I thought I’d prepare some spells as it looks like war will return to Havermouth’s streets sooner than later. Oh, be careful,” she added as Leighton stooped to pick up an item before him. “Pick that up by the leaf it’s wrapped in. It’s Dendrocnide moroides. Even the sparrows needed to han

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.