Novel & Cerita Sirius Black's Wand Core

"It won't save your contract. You read the scroll. You know what happens if you force an eviction while the secondary bloodline is integrated into the core. The contract will fracture, and the backlash will strike you down through the very link that healed you." "The contract belongs to me," Richard countered, a cold, ruthless smirk curving his sharp jaw, though the white light in his eyes flared with a sudden, tense irritation. He stepped closer, his large hand wrapping around the iron bars of my door. "I am the sovereign of the Blackwood lineage. My beast can survive a fracture. But your fragile Omega core will be torn to absolute dust the moment that silver touches your womb."

A crystal, no bigger than a baby’s fist, pure black yet glowing with terrifying golden light, appeared in his palm. The moment it materialized, the air above the arena warped. An ancient, domineering earth primal aura swept outward like a tidal wave. Several high-ranking earth warriors in the front row found themselves fighting the urge to kneel in reverence. “Is that… the Earth Core?!” A veteran mercenary captain in the stands screamed in disbelief. The entire arena erupted into chaos. The Earth Core. The sacred treasure of the Blackrock Kingdom. Legend said that absorbing it would turn even an ordinary werewolf into a being of godlike power, their physical defense reaching the mythical Sai

"I don't—" "Your grandmother contacted me before she died. She knew this day would come." Blackwood pulled out a small vial filled with silver liquid. "Moonsbane. It will mask your scent completely for three hours. After that..." she shrugged. "You're on your own." "Why are you helping me?" "Because the world needs balance. Because the princes need to be challenged. Because—" she paused, her eyes flickering to something behind me, "because some of us remember what it was like when Moonsingers kept the peace."

“This man…Cornelius. I know him. I know what he can do. He's not to be messed with. I grew up with him back in the camp and we trained together both in battle and in witchcraft. He's ambitious, has always been. He strives to be the best and when he doesn't get it, all hell breaks loose. If we're going to meet with him, we have to do some cleansing. Magma will take care of that. I'll speak to her about it. He can steal your soul.” Steak my soul? What did she mean? I sat beside her. “Explain.” “His mother was a Black Witch. Those are people who used their powers for evil. I think that's where the appetite for more peoer came from. And seeing as the Witch world doesn't really favor men, he want

Not because of how it looked, but because he made it for me. “Thank you,” I whispered, turning the bangle slowly around my wrist like it was spun from gold. But then a darker thought crept in. “I saw them tie ropes around your wrists,” I said cautiously, my eyes falling to his hands. Zevarion raised his arm, revealing the rope around his wrist. “Oh, this?” He gave a small, dismissive shrug. “It’s enchanted. We can’t get rid of it. Even when you cut it, it binds itself back together. Like it has a mind of its own.”

His veins turned black, pulsing with raw power, his body rigid as it absorbed the souls of the fallen wolves. For a moment, it seemed to be working. The forest trembled, the earth itself responding to the power being released. But as the energy reached its peak, and the witch moved to pour Bella’s blood into the circle, something changed. The blood in the jar began to darken, its crimson shade turning black as ink. The glow in the runes flickered violently, and the witches broke their chant. “What’s happening?!” Sue shouted, spinning toward the lead witch. The jar cracked suddenly, and a burst of black smoke erupted from it. The blood inside hissed as though alive, and tendrils of darkness s

But my eyes held nothing but cold indifference. "Are you still angry at me for Scarlett's sake?" He reached out to pull me, but I dodged to the side. I picked up the crystal, the contents of which surprised me. He had actually used black magic to completely sterilize himself, or rather, he is no longer a complete man. "I will never do it again, little wolf," he picked up a memory crystal, "Look, I used black magic to completely solve the problem, I hate this wolf that's always in heat."

Dimitri questioned “can’t you just make it where the angels can’t possess Renee and her children.” “Well sure that will take care of one problem, but what about the vampire attack?” “Can’t you just block them?” “The wand is dangerous, it’s not always direct if I word it wrong it might end up killing all of them.” “I don’t understand” “Think of the wand as lazy it will take the shortest route and if I say don’t allow the vampires to attack it can prevent that however it wants to like by killing them all, or any number of crazy things.” I sighed “there is a reason I vowed to never use it again. Other than taking away immortality completely on earth I don’t know how to solve everything without

Kitty finally let go of his nipples, but then she curled up her leg between his and pressed herself against his body. It was harder and harder for him to talk to her seriously. "You mean..." Erebus frowned to try to focus on his thoughts, "The Queen's new wand?!" Kitty nodded. "It was an ancient spell, quite powerful as well," Kitty said, "Borrowing the soul of an ancient magic item's soul." "You mean using your mom's old wand?" "Yes." Kitty nodded with a frown, "dead magic items have no power themselves, but they had the trace of magic forever in them, and a powerful like that, is the perfect vessel for that spell."

"Tom!" From inside the hurricane, Suzanne slammed her hands onto the floor and the wand flew straight towards the mist, trying to fight it off. But the black mist was far too powerful, it overcame the wand and shattered it into pieces. Suzanne clasped the base of her wrists together and moved them in a circular motion, chanting a new verse. My last line of defence.