Remus Lupin Wand Novels & Stories

“I have a friend—well, more of an acquaintance. But I got him working on a potion for you.” I frowned, tilting my head his way, my curls spilling into my face. “A potion?” “One pill a day until the full moon,” Liam explained. “A week. Then, and only then, you’ll shift under it’s light.” I swallowed, nerves creeping into my chest. “That’s… weirdly specific.” “It’s old magic,” he admitted. “It was used for pups who were late bloomers, struggling to get their wolves. Like a force blooming.”

"When the eclipse hits, they'll be everywhere. Your Pack, your families - they're all in danger." “So you think we are just going to take your word for it?” Ronan asked, narrowing his gaze. Firmly, Luna said, 'No.' She reached into her bag and produced the relic, holding it high. Its glow intensified then, as if to outdo the evening light. The clearing was bathed in an unearthly glow." The Crescent Ridge wolves recoiled slightly, their eyes widening. “What the hell is that?” Ronan demanded.

I was trapped inside of the candles. "You think I won't take my revenge for what you've done, b!tch!" She began chanting a spell, but before she could end her incantation, Tia, who had shifted into a wolf, bit her hand that she screamed in so much pain. "Remedium. Scutum ex unguibus (Cure. Shield from the claws)!" She shouted, and her bites began to heal.

I did as she said and she reentered. I lay back, and she said, “Now relax, this might be a little uncomfortable. I am going to insert a wand into your vagina. You might just feel a little pressure.” She did exactly as she warned and looked at a screen. I waited until she finally spoke. “Well, Miss Lucy, you’re measuring around ten weeks along for a human pregnancy. That means you’re about seven weeks along as a werewolf. Let me go ahead and print you a picture. I’ll want you to come back for a longer appointment when the full staff is here so we can run all the tests necessary. You’re already quite far along and will be in the second trimester next week since werewolf pregnancies develop muc

It was burning hot like a fire, and her heart kind of skipped remembering that bewitching smile. "No, Cassandra, this is not the time to be an idiot," she muttered under her breath. "Just help her find her precious wand then you're good to go." She wondered if she should find some water to splash her face. The hill was high from the watery ground below. Just to be sure, she drew the Gracelin out of its sheath. The beautiful elven blade glimmered in the dark, but it didn't glow. She found Ruslan wiping mud off his shoes with dead leaves a moment later.

A blue light was cast on her elbow, and within moments the gash healed on her own. “Wow! This is magical.” Vivian said, caressing the spot where there was a gash just a few seconds ago. “Here, keep it safe and use it wisely. It works on a mix of Uranium and Plutonium. It will run out of power after a few times.” He said, handing the wand to Vivian. “Thank you, Mr. Dixon. You are awesome.” Vivian said, throwing her arms around him. Mr. Dixon was startled for a moment, but then he hugged her back.

She offered us a blade wrapped in obsidian cloth, a vial of shadowroot oil, and a charm carved from wolf bone. “This will mask you from the Luna’s instincts,” she hissed. “And this”—she dangled a stone shaped like a fang—“will sever her connection. Temporarily. Enough for you to move her.” I took it with reverence. “She’s powerful,” the witch warned. “But confused. Her blood sings of royalty. Her soul is ancient. The longer she stays where she is, the more she’ll remember.” “She won’t have that chance,” I said coldly.

I straighten, wipe my palms on my jeans, and face the targets again. “Alright,” Liam says, “let’s try something with precision. No explosions.” I lift my hand, focusing on the rune he showed me earlier, a binding sigil meant to immobilize, not destroy. Vinctus. A thin ribbon of blue light shoots from my fingertips, wrapping around a moving target and freezing it mid‑air. I gasp. “I did it!” Liam smiles. “Good. Again.” I do it again. And again. Each time the ribbon grows steadier, cleaner, sharper. Grace hands me another potion, this one a shimmering gold. “This enhances reflexes. You’ll need it for defensive spells.”

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Rebella walked over, holding another tray with a red cloth. The four powerhouses stretched their necks, trying to get a look. Everyone was surprised once again after James pulled away the red cloth and revealed the gift. Gladwin could not help exclaiming, “A divine weapon! That’s a good one! The Wisp Glow Lamp. It has an independent space and can manifest into thirty-six forms. It’s good for both offense and defense. It’s a very powerful weapon.”