Quidditch Golden Ball Novels & Stories

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

Anyway, there was so much going on that i forgot it was all there. Probably she had forgotten because these things had made her embarrassed. Matt he was very happy that she was over it, and that he could help with the process. "Let me see the balls." Still dressed, she rummaged in a dresser drawer, then handed him a package. still closed. Through the plastic wrapper, he saw two golden balls, each with more or less least four centimeters in diameter, joined by a rope. Those balls would go into it,

Suddenly the small door in front of the machine opened and a small ball the size of a football rolled out. Everyone looked at the ball with curiosity, because it was different than other storage devices. Ben slowly picked the ball-like storage unit up and opened it. A golden light emitted out of it after it got opened, so everyone couldn't see what was in it. Suddenly, the light disappeared and a metallic eyeball was present inside it.

With a white glass ball in her hands. It was a magical ball that originated from the days when witchcraft relied on objects. The ‘fair ball’ as it was popularly known, was used by sorcerers to when someone was lying or not...a sort of magical lie detector. When a lie was told, the white fair ball would glow red, and blue if it wasn't a lie. “Come on, let's do this for you.” “I'm so not doing this.” “Come on, you have to help yourself.”

The ball that was still in his hand immediately flew in front of his face. Penetrating into Altair's forehead the empty ball gave off a cool and cold feeling that neutralized the heat that attacked Altair's heart. After finishing the crystal above Duke Leon stopped emitting light and flew back up by itself into a special place. The chalice with soft red padding and the cover made of transparent glass as the crystal landed on the cup bearing the transparent glass cover closed on its own and many gold colored chains surrounded it like the chains around the parchment kept in a library. All the invited guests came down and congratulated Altair.

Phedra Elizabeth conveniently held a crystal ball in her hand, examining it closely. “Do you like it?” Duncan Hiddleston suddenly approached Phedra Elizabeth. "Right. It's beautiful, sparkling, and can shine anywhere." “You can hold it too. Fits me.” “Is that okay? You see the two people inside are very happy, right? Loving and being together forever is great. They are also very well matched.” "Then I have a present for you too." "What is it?" “Time to go back to the hotel. I'll show you."

The elders stood in a line at the front of the chapel, cloaked in white and silver. In their hands, they held the sacred tools of Luna’s Promise: the dagger, the binding cloth, and the chalice made of gold and rubies, a large moonstone gleaming in its center. The air around them pulsed with quiet power. We reached our positions, standing on the elevated platform. And at the center, between us, rested the Golden Chalice of Moonwater filled with water from the Moon Valley Lake. It was said to carry the essence of the goddess herself.

He said it, and I nodded. I looked at the black ball, and I noticed something: the ball is cracked! I looked carefully before putting my hand on it, but it didn't crack at all! “How does it show that one has full powers?” I asked him, as I was concerned with the function of the ball and why the ball had cracked after I had used it. Was it spoiled, or did something just happen to it all of a sudden? “Well, the ball is meant to shine so bright that even the entire city can easily see the light!” He replied, and I was so fascinated by the fact. I could already picture that in my head, but come to think of it, who will have such a power?

Searching through my wardrobe, I took out a small black jewelry box. I had kept the magical red marble ball the wizards had given me, back at the sacred mountains. I needed to summon them, things needed to go in my favour. I'd tell them Soteria escaped and took Michael and Sherlock with, so we must find them. Looking at the small ball in my hand, I didn't exactly know what to do with it. Speak to it? I groaned, then cleared my throat. “Wizards. I need your attention, this instant” I said, speaking into the ball. When nothing happened, I hissed in frustration.

My Moon Chosen, the one I had just sworn to protect, to claim, was simply… gone. My gaze dropped, despair settling heavy in my gut. And then I saw it. Lying on the rough, uneven ground, half-hidden in the dim light, was a single, solitary object. It wasn't just any object. It was the golden crystal. The one he had won at the game, the one that had danced and shimmered around him, bought by my guiding hand, gifted by the magic of the festival. It lay there, reflecting the weak light, a stark, beautiful beacon against the grime of the alley.