Regulus Black's Wand Novels & Stories

It had been just one strike, and it was over. Lillia sat frozen, emotions stirring within her chest she hadn’t prepared for, Conrad’s words echoing alongside the parchments burned into her vision. Then, there was the way Regaleon hadn’t even drawn a weapon, the way his power had manifested even in his restraint. He is the beast of Wolfsbane—the beast of Wolfsbane—beast of Wolfsbane—beast. Her pulse raced. As if on cue, Regaleon lifted his gaze. He searched the arena deliberately, drifting slowly toward the tent until he found her. And he settled on her.

I glanced at him in disdain. "Then, how come she never felt the pain from the tearing of the mate bond?" "Well. I... I used some potions... It was some sort of black magic from a witch..." he stammered. "Good for you, huh? Black magic..." I paused. "Isn't it strictly forbidden in the realm?" I raised my voice. "I know, but... Please, Luna, just tell me what to do. I'll do anything you say," he begged and was almost on his knees.

“If that magic knot isn’t destroyed, we’re just wasting our energy.” Another wizard, his face pale, whispered, “I feel it… around the edge of the wound. But it’s very strong, like it’s been twisted over and over.” “Get into position. We’ll do this together,” Lysander said, his gaze shifting among all the wizards around him. “Don’t stop even if your body resists. Focus on the light, push that black energy out.” The white wizards formed a circle, their hands outstretched above Lyara’s body. White light pulsed from their palms, radiating softly yet powerfully. The black magical aura surrounding Lyara’s wound began to hiss, like thick fog forced to evaporate.

Had been all along, and dark magic had stolen that from us. Ulysses looked like he’d been struck. His face cycled through shock, horror, then rage so pure several pack members backed away instinctively. He turned on Kimberley with murder in his eyes. His hands shifted partially as his wolf pushed against his control. “How could you?” he demanded. His voice barely sounded human. “How could you use dark magic to steal six years of my life?” Kimberley backed away rapidly. Her perfect composure cracking completely. “It wasn’t my fault!” she shrilled. “My mother did it! I just wanted what was rightfully mine!”

"Yes, even the good white witches, know some black magic. However, the only difference is that white witches are under a blood oath. They swore never to use black magic unless it is a matter of life and death. The only person who can lift that oath, or invalidate it, is the great queen Aurora. Unfortunately..." "Warlock, I admire your courage and abilities. However, sometimes I am not sure whether I should laugh or cry. You have no clue what is going on. I wonder if it is ignorance or stupidity. Can you not see that the great witch Aurora is tight here with us?" Mtungagore looks around with a puzzled look on his face. He has no clue what Hermes means. He lets everyone in the room slowly till

We hold each other's hands to protect the chain and don't care about the opponents around us. "Dyce tenelais Lunan obturant ea parte cunicuhum consilio duscutumiam Black reginae optamus veneficas audiatur" (Our guide in the darkness of the moon, block thus tunnel and dispel the with black intentions on behalf of the Queen of witches our wish is to be heard)

Its color changed again and because dark indigo. "The power of metal, from both the earth and the sky," The Queen mumbled on, "grants the creature the mark of the past and the future." The color changed again. With magic items and powers boiling up in midair, there was finally the shape of a wand -- A wand that took the form of wood, but with metal grain in dark indigo carved all over its body. The wand was now a whole with no seam or parts indicating anything out of balance; and the bottom of it shone a bit watery blue light, like the deep dark ocean, while the tip a shred of ice, showing its sharp edge.

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…

They were too perfect to exist. "Boundary spells will take time to create hence the reason I brought a dark object that will immediately drain him of his power and make him seem more humane." Suzy winked at me. "What is the dark object?" Hilda touched a large palm tree bark and the wind started swirling almost immediately. "You will see," she said and stopped mid-air to inspect our surroundings. She slowed her breathing as she tried to make a magical reading.

It fit snugly in her palm and she smiled at the warmth. “It’s made from the branch of a four-hundred-year-old white oak, soaked in holy water, until the color was bleached out of it. The end, past those markings, is carved from the scapula bone of an angel.” Serenity’s gaze snapped to the end of the wand, as her hand flew open. She turned it, noticing for the first time, the small holes in the end, the webbing of bone. She stared at it, wondering if she should put it back. She didn’t want anything to do with angels… But the more she held it, the more she was convinced, it was hers and hers alone.