Novel & Cerita Sirius Black's Wand Core

“No, the Academy doesn’t hand out wands like that.” Vee massaged her temples as if she had a headache forming in her skull. “There’s only one red diamond wand in this world, and it’s as ancient as it is powerful. The fact that it’s now in Silas Vexx’s possession is most unsettling. Especially because that wand originally belonged to the founder of the dark witch movement in Europe, known as the father of black magic, during the early Roman Empire.” “How did it get over here?” I asked. “Where was it before Vexx got his hands on it?”

"We go to soire. Pay homage to the moon goddess, and officially tell her our plans, and after we come back we plot." He cleared his throat, his brows arching darkening. "The men came back yesterday evening. The place where the kids are has been confirmed but we need mercury energy to get in considering the high dose of black magic that has been detected there." "Mercury energy?" The words left me before I could even process my thoughts. "Haven't heard of that before." "It's only tapped by a unique bloodline in the star wars. It's a unique energy, neutralizes dark energy and reduces it to the barest minimum. The men have reached out to the bloodline and they have agreed to help us with one."

Twenty minutes later, I stood before a dilapidated hut deep in the forest. "I need a Moon-Eclipse Potion," I said, my voice was flat. "One that severs a mate bond." The witch pulled a black vial from a shelf. "The potion takes thirty days to work. On the night of the blood moon, the chains of your fate will be broken completely." She pushed the vial toward me. "The price is a single drop of your heart's blood. Yours. A powerful healer's blood is potent." Without hesitation, I bit my fingertip and let a drop of blood fall onto the vial's seal.

“Come here. Look at this bloody thing.” From behind a half-collapsed gravestone, Iris emerged, brushing dirt from her palms. “What is it now? Did the battery go flat again?” “No,” Ron muttered, holding the wand out toward her like it was contaminated. “It picked up something. A reading. From the girl.” Iris blinked. “What girl?” “Moira’s niece. Lila.” At that, Iris’s expression shifted. She stepped forward quickly, snatching the wand from his hand and tilting it toward the light. The small, enchanted dial at its center was still pulsing faintly, yes, but unmistakably.

“You can’t expect us to believe this based on your intuition alone.” I sighed, frustrated by their refusal to see the truth. “First of all,” I began, “Gemini twins are the only species of witches whose eyes go black when they’re in control. No other witches can achieve that level of darkness. That’s what makes them the most powerful witches of all.”

"My father would have killed me?" "He could have killed you just to help his little witch," He said facing me. "She fooled them into believing the source of the power she seeks was in one of the packs," "Source of power?" I asked. "She is a half witch," Hayden said. A witch? The priestess was a witch? I faced her as she smirked staring at Hayden, the priest of the moonlight Groove was a half witch? She tilted her head, folding her fist as she gritted her teeth, she walked closer to Hayden. They both stood staring at each other as they glared at each other.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Oakley turned to me. “She’s right,” Sylvia said. “Magic ability is a talent for wizards, but to wield and enhance it comes with a cost. Normally, it means hard work, diligence, sweat, and tears. But sometimes, it means sacrifices—blood sacrifices are one of them.” She paused, her eyes darkening. “I remember a tale from Tiryn. It’s said that the competition between black wizards ended in a very cynical way. A junior wizard killed the others with a simple knife. No high magic involved. The high wizards were so focused on their magic, they didn’t realize their bodies were deteriorating. Overuse of black magic made them physically vulnerable. Augus has clearly realized this.” “So that’s his weak

I pondered, “Mediation.” “Fair enough.” Accepting the paper back, she returned to her desk. Rummaging through the drawers, Sungul pulled out a few items. “You’ll need to draw a circle and sit in the middle of it. Choose whatever candles you like.” She handed me a basket filled with chalk, salt, candles, and matches. I accepted the basket, taking a peak at the many colorful candles. “As you're chanting this,” She hands me a sheet of paper, “You’ll take whatever crystal you like and fill it with your mana. There's plenty at the bottom.” I took another peek into the basket.

“Ask them.” “So you knew I practiced necromancy?” Janus said, pulling out a wand from his sleeve. The black wand had a raven with green gem eyes at the end of its handle. He waved the wand swiftly. All the lights went off in the room and around it. It was pitch black. I had been using my wolf’s eyes all this time, so it wasn’t a problem seeing in the darkness. Green fuming light emerged from the floor all over the room. The light swirled around Janus before entering his eyes and head. Janus threw back his head with a jerk and then dropped it, facing the floor.