Remus Lupin Wand Novels & Stories

Only Astrid ever manages to calm me down when I'm furious, and this kind of fury surpasses any other one I've had. "I used this; it knocked out your wolf." She lifted the wand that was glowing; it had different colors to it, and they were all emanating light. "I just confirmed that it's the curse that's making you not be able to get to Astrid through the bond you both share." She added.

“But because I want you to.” From the folds of his coat, Reyes produced a small parchment—neatly folded and sealed in Nyxorian black wax, the emblem of the black wolf gleaming faintly in the moonlight. He slid it into the spy’s shaking, blood-slicked hand and curled the man’s fingers around it.

I would like to have a rematch against him! "That's good to know," said Prince Arthur. "Don't forget that our Zodiac swords could overcome the healing powers of the werewolves. There is no way we're going to lose this fight so give your best and do not hold back if magicians or other creatures joined the battle. If necessary, we can use our defense strategy once we receive an attack from high-ranking werewolves. As per our plan, since we are going to the Canopus using a boat, Leomord is the one who will use his water magic to accelerate the speed of our boat and once enemies are spotted nearby, he would use the current to flip their boats. He could also create tsunami to wipe out any werewol

Rina pleaded, “I want to give it to him myself.” Remus pretended to sigh, then reluctantly pulled the flask out and gave it to Rina, “Alright… You are my only weakness. My beautiful sister, you know I couldn’t refuse you.” Rina briefly kissed Remus’ lips and observed the flask in her hands happily. The bright orange liquid inside was thick, shiny, and sticky. “What is this made of?” Remus shrugged. “Who knows. Some kind of liquefied mineral. But it’s very rare.” “Good then.” Rina climbed onto the chair, “Mom, I’ll depart now. I’ll give this to Thorn myself.” Then, she immediately took flight from the terrace and made her way back to the Misty Mountains.

“That’s why you need to be strong enough that no one dares try to force you into anything. Strong enough to choose your own path.” I absorbed this, another weight settling on my shoulders. It wasn’t enough to be powerful. I had to be untouchable. “How do I get that strong?” I asked. “First, your wolf needs to emerge. Fully. No more curse holding her back.” Elena pulled out a small crystal vial filled with silver liquid. “This is essence of moonflower. Extremely rare, extremely potent. When consumed during a full moon, it can help break curses tied to lunar magic.” I stared at the vial. “Will it work on me?”

I lifted it out with both hands, the weight felt heavier than it should have. We carried it back to the bedroom and sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other. I opened the cover. The pages smelled of old paper and faint herbs. Handwritten script filled the first leaf, elegant loops and sharp angles. My mother’s handwriting. Rowan leaned closer as I turned the pages slowly. The Codex Lunaris. Identification: The Moon Witch bears the mark of three crescents on the inside of her left wrist, visible only under full moonlight. Her eyes flash silver-white when power rises unchecked. Her blood hums with silver light when cut.

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

he roared while slamming his palms on the table. Remus released a deep, long breath, “You are going, Nico,” he stated firmly. “Just wait for the details. I have already gathered your men,” he narrowed his eyes on his son, anger building up inside him as he clenched and unclenched his hands. “I should be gutting you right now, and this—” he lifted his right hand, his pointer finger bounced between them while his jaws tightened yet again—“I will make sure that you learn your lessons for disrespecting me.” Remus marched toward the door. His steps halted when he held the doorknob. Without looking back at Nico, he opened his mouth to give his son his final word. “The white witch is in the River B

His eyes which had returned to their normal, grey hue turned green - bright, dazzling and comforting to Cwena. He stretched out his hands, closed his eyes for a few seconds and moved his lips in small, unreadable trends, muttering a spell. The wand shook on the ground, raised to air and flew straight into his hands. “Evictendius Relarmus!” Sir Oswic commanded in a booming voice as he managed to turn and look at the tyronimic. A massive gust of wind, almost as intense as the first sprang out of the wand and pushed the tyronimic backwards a bit and him forward, out of the tyronimic's grip - not before it yanked off a piece of his leg's flesh.