Maple Wand Novels & Stories

Knowing that these vibrating nipple clamps weren’t the kind to cause too much pain, London might try them off-screen. The last toy in the set was a staple in all adult videos, and the name wasn’t even all that creative. Unlike the other toys that were on pre-order or not available for sale yet, Wanda’s Wand was readily available in every colour of the rainbow. It could even be customised, much to London’s surprise. “Wanda’s Magic Wand, available in every shape, size and colour with unique, customisable heads. How interesting,” Queenie mused and her chat quickly demanded a live test of the toys on stream.

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…

Over the course of the last few weeks, he learned that the rebellion was ambushing some shipments and diverting the cargo into a secret facility, selling most of the wares for weapons and food. Xander had sent a report to his father explaining his findings. It detailed his efforts to locate and destroy the stored shipments of the rebels. A letter had arrived yesterday, instructing him to head to Maple, a city half a day’s ride from Perch, which was governed by Baron Mallard. Although Mallard’s region wasn’t as wealthy as Airedah’s capital, it was still quite prosperous, dealing mostly with lumber and producing coal and tar from the tree resin.

"Let's get started." "Freya go easy on us. We know you're the boss here," Cole teased and we all laughed. We all gathered around a large, ornate table in the parlor this time, one meant for the game purpose where various plants and objects were laid out. There were sprigs of wolfsbane, mandrake roots, and bunches of rowan berries, each with its own distinct properties and uses in the Lycan world. As we played, the conversation turned to the different magical properties of the plants. "Wolfsbane is so useful for protection," I said to Gina and Cole. "But did you know it can also be used to ward off negative energies?"

"Every time you walk, you'll feel me." I blushed, but I knew I was gonna enjoy it all. “This is the riding crop,” he said, pointing to a short, leather crop with a stingy-looking tip hanging on a hook. Jordan tapped it against his palm, the thwack echoing in the quiet room. “Don't worry,” he said, you're gonna enjoy every bit of my torture here.” My breath hitched in anticipation. But Jordan wasn't done. He pointed to the night stand. “This is called the high-intensity wand.”

Low, amber strips that glow along the floorboards, creating a mood of heavy, golden anticipation. I walk to the back cabinet. It’s lacquered black wood, imposing and silent. I open it. Inside, coiled like sleeping snakes, are hanks of jute rope. They aren't the soft silk sashes we used before. These are raw, treated hemp. They smell of earth and oil. They have texture. They bite. Next to them sits a case lined in velvet. I open it. The Violet Wand. It’s an electro-stimulation device. A sleek, black handle with a glass electrode attachment shaped like a mushroom. It looks scientific, almost clinical, until you press the button and see the purple plasma arc crackle inside the glass.

Someone whistled, and the world became wider, giving her space to breathe, which she did, looking like a dying fish trying to survive on the land. When she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting on one of the big roots of the maple tree. Although it was making her back a little sore, it was easier to ignore it, as she satisfied herself with the falling maple leaves. Compared to dancers, the maple leaves could twirl magically, turning into a different shade as it’s pierced by the sunlight. As its tip touched the ground, it would be surrounded by raging flames, eating all of its residues until it turned into a pile of ashes, which would be guided by the wind back to its branches.

Walganus nodded and said, “I do. At any rate, she’s from the Crepe Myrtle Sword Pavilion. Although the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword has been long lost, the Crepe Myrtle Sword Pavilion has passed down a Supernatural Power since the Primordial Age. “It’s called Propitious Crepe Myrtle. “There are records in the pavillion’s ancient books about the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword containing extraordinary Crepe Myrtle Energy. A person that has practiced the Propitious Crepe Myrtle will be able to sense the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword if it’s nearby.” “We’ll double our chances of success if we bring her along.” James nodded and said, “Since that’s the case, she can come with us.” After Walganus returned, Jam

She was just sitting there, watching me. "That one," I said. "Her name is Maple," Brenda said. "She was found on the side of the road. No collar. No chip. No one came looking for her." "How long has she been here?" "Six months." I knelt down. Maple walked to the front of the cage. Her tail wagged slowly. "Hi, Maple," I said. She licked my fingers through the bars. I looked up at Liam. "This one." He smiled. "This one."