Sirius Black's Wand Core Novels & Stories

"None?" Kris's explanation was sobering, the reality of our predicament laid bare. "Since the witch was retrieved with black magic, her words are very powerful. As she is dead now, her body and heart both are of no use. The only thing that remains is the black magic. The enchanted water you gave me is not only a curse but also the black magic that she had consumed.." He paused and took a deep breath. "The witch's black magic is ingrained in her body and blood due to the enchanted water. It's not easily lifted. We have to be cautious; a wrong move could cost lives. For now, I suggest you help her." Kris's words left me frustrated.

“No! You’re not fine. My premonition was right. I can feel it.” “What?” Vienna asked innocently, sipping a glass of water. “You’re pregnant.” Vienna nearly choked. She stared at her mother, shocked. “How is that even possible?” she whispered, placing a hand on her belly. “Don’t ask me that! You’re getting rid of it. I’ve already scheduled the appointment for tomorrow afternoon,” Vanessa said firmly. This issue had to be addressed immediately—before Vienna’s father found out. His temper was explosive. Everyone knew he was the only living wizard capable of casting black magic.

“Have you got your own druidic wand?” “A what?” I answered swiftly. “It is an object we use to enhance the spell of potion we are working on.” Aerin stood up and sauntered over to the table, she started drawing on a piece of paper that Grandma Rose handed to her. “It is called a Druid rod or wand. It is made from Hazel, with herbal clay worked around it and embellished with crystals.” She drew a staff-like wand. “It has to touch the thing that it was directed at with the crystal at the top.”

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

Trudging behind him was Greyson with his hands on his pocket and a laid back expression on his face. “What is his name?” “The books never mentioned his name. It was only mentioned how he was very powerful and the speculations about him having a relationship with the black magic users.” “But why was his wand here if he was said to have a connection with black magic?" "They said his wand was so powerful that no one can hold it unless someone as powerful as him was born and was chosen by the wand to become its new master.” Wow, that was straight OP. I stared back at the wand. It was really beautiful. I wonder why people ignore it.

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.

The moon hung low between the trees, enormous and black at its core, rimmed with a ring of dull silver fire. Zevran was already awake, standing at the edge of the clearing. The light carved him into shadow and steel. He didn’t turn when he spoke. “It wasn’t supposed to rise yet.” Kaelira swallowed. “The Black Moon.” He nodded once. “Every hundred years. It draws power from those tied to the old seals.” His gaze cut toward her. “From you.” Her mark burned hot. “You’re saying this thing woke up early because of me?” “Because of the bond,” he corrected. “Our magic combined woke the lunar current. It’s feeding on us.”

"You guys are powerful, and I won't kill you because we're all from Dasha, but if any of you dares to stop me again, I will go for the kill." Then, he turned away and kept walking toward the mansion. He passed the fountain and looked up, then saw Fawkes and his butler standing there. An old man with white hair was standing in front of them. The old man was wielding a black wand with a black bead on its tip. The old man looked friendly and had a faint smile on his face. He brushed his beard when he saw Wilbur walking toward him, saying, "Amazing. I can't believe you're powerful enough to win against Kiro, Tyga, Sparrow, and Woody. You're quite remarkable."

But just as he was about to touch Harry, Black gave his hand a firm kick. Connor tried to look the Mad One in the eye but could not do so. He could only bow his head in submission to this force of nature. "I don't know what happened. We conducted the control protocol as we've always done in the past..." he began to explain before falling silent. "Mat, hi. Duncan speaking. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we're going to need you... Wolfsbane and silver... Harry's in a bad way... In the Red Moon pack... Yes, Alpha Black is with us," Duncan replied calmly before turning to his Alpha.

The boy was still, his eyes no longer glowing white, but his breathing was shallow, his small body vibrating with the aftershocks of the celestial possession. A few feet away, the gold-and-sapphire crystal that was all that remained of Silas Blackwood began to pulse. It wasn't a violent rhythm; it was a heartbeat. The golden dust that had scattered into the atmosphere began to swirl, drawn back to the crystal by a magnetic force that ignored the laws of physics. It looked like a reverse explosion, a cloud of stardust condensing into a silhouette of a man. Isabella Vance, the silver Avatar of the Moon, watched the scene from the ridge, her diamond-eyes narrow and calculating. She didn't strik