Maple Wand Novels & Stories

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

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.

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.

Hmm. Currently, we are at the riverbed, Jax and I, but far from the usual crowded or overpopulated areas of the pack. The thick trees around us would even conceal us from nearby eyes even if we were spotted. And the plants surrounding us are Akon- Greek and when translated means dart. The dart plant or monkshood, name comes from the sepal, the outer part of the flower, that covers the bud as it develops and supports the petals. The sepal resembles the cowl that monks used to wear. But it is more commonly known by most as 'wolfsbane'.

one of the men asked. "It's a few days to his eighteenth year birthday, you can use that as my gift to him on that day, but I will let you know if there are any changes in my plans," she said, while a mean-looking man standing next to her, handed a bag that looked like money bag to the men. "Yes, ma'am" one of the men answered as they courtesy before her and started walking out. I hid so well so I don't get noticed. Wolfsbane plants are considered very dangerous for werewolves, a little contact on the skin can cause severe burns on the skin. Mother had me immune to it through the use of magic.

He was a compulsive liar about his true identity, but at the same time I couldn’t bear the thought of wanting to kill another being—human or not. Mrs Ackerman stared at me for a minute, then she smirked, “I have something that might help you later.” My brow arched in question, “Something?” “Wolfsbane.” “Wolfsbane.” I repeated. The word all too familiar. “It’s a special plant, a werewolf repellent I must say. In minor doses it might just weaken one, a more concentrated bout could be and is very lethal. It can kill very fast.” She pointed me to the plant in her garden. I gasped looking at it. It was like a lavender, only with marooned petals at the tips. I almost mistook them for exotic orchid

If he dares to come, he will be left without a way back. Black Maple Guards? Vinicent looked up sharply, a flash of horror flashing across his eyes. The Black Maple Guards were the core members of the Black Maple Organization, one of the most powerful cards in the hands of the Black Maple Master, and it had taken him a full 30 years to cultivate 20 of them.

Maple was already standing in the grass, his head bent back so far that his blue sun hat fell off onto the lawn. "Look, Mommy! Look!" Maple shouted, pointing his finger high into the sky. "That one is a dragon! Obviously!" "No, Maple," Rosy said, leaning against my knee. She squinted her eyes at the sky. "It looks like a fish. A big, fat fish." "It is a dragon-fish," Maple said, putting his hands on his hips. "It has scales and it breathes fire. Right, Mommy?" "I think a dragon-fish is a very good name for it," I said, leaning down to pick up his hat.

Everything was packed up efficiently, and we were off again, travelling to our second destination. This time, we set up our tents and perimeter. It was such a gorgeous forest with a mix of different trees. One of my favourites was the Kyparissiaía Katanyktikí. It was a maple tree with delicate, star-shaped flowers that bloom only under the full moon's light. Those who slept beneath its branches were said to be granted visions of the future. The closest translation into the common human language would be Dreambloom Maple. I could see one of those, but not right in the clearing.

Thirteen years ago I watched as my daughter played at the fields she was growing up to be such a beautiful young girl She loved butterflies and they seemed to have migrated out of season. I am going to try and create an Elixir for a field of butterflies for my little sweetheart … “malino san ivanta “ she spoke “mummy!!!! Butterflies” Alice voiced rushed in excitement her smiles Shone above the fields as she chased theme around Another successful spell it wrote Ingredients: Harman tree bark A can of worms