Sirius Black's Wand Core Novels & Stories

Matthias is all that and more to the Pack and to the Alpha. My father nods and places his finger on the intercom. "Thank you. Please escort her in." A few moments pass in tense silence until Matthias opens the door to the office, Layla trailing behind him with her hands clasped in front of her. He places his hand on her back and guides her in. "Sit." He growls at her and for a split second of weakness, I almost feel kind of bad for the she-wolf. You won't be able to find a single wolf in Blackwater who isn't more than fond of Willie. She is fated to be our next Luna after all, even though she isn't yet aware.

“It will help, but not entirely. That is why I am here, I will train you to control your magic. We still have a week before your eighteenth birthday and a week to save your sister.” I gripped the wand tightly, finding some comfort in it. Yes, I will control my magic. And I will definitely save my sister. Just hang in there, Mayari. We will come for you. “And, oh, before I forget. There's another reason why that wand is special.” I frowned. “What is it?” “It's made of white oak wood. The only wood capable of killing a vampire, any vampire, with just one strike on the heart.” She smiled at me. “Don't you love it already?”

It was another memory that I would replay until my last day. “Yes, it is. Only Witches who are gifted with binding magic can do so,” he stated matter-of-factly. I nodded and thanked him. He took his place beside Papa as did Leonidas. Brenda was a crafty bitchy Witch. “Blacktree, what I am about to say will be repeated to nobody,” I commanded.

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

As I got deeper into the woods, it got darker, and darker making me realize how close I was to the witch coven. I tried to open my eyes and failed before realizing they were open. Most night skies were the darkest of greys, but this one was pure black. It was like someone shut off the stars and moon, the witches hated light especially the moon because they believe the moon was the moon goddess watching them so they made a spell into casting the sun and the moon far away from their coven using false spells. The darkness felt heavy, oppressive, almost supernatural. I soon found myself swallowed up in the nothingness, not able to see my own two hands in front of my face. My werewolf powers enha

“For now we watch and gather what we can. Rage alone will not free them.” She rose and called for Sendro and Laclam next. When the two men arrived, she had the sealed crate from the Whitefang delivery brought in and set on the table. “This is the new product the witches are circulating,” she said. “They’re calling it Wolfesia. The Blacklores are already using it. I need everything you can learn, ingredients, effects, how it works. Leave nothing unexamined.” Sendro and Laclam exchanged a single glance. Both nodded.

“But you have to swear it. Right now.” Without hesitation, Bennet pulled out his wand and began murmuring an ancient incantation in a language I didn’t recognize. The air in the room shimmered with power as he finished the spell and declared: “I, the black wizard Bennet, swear never to harm Lucy, Rose, or Alpha Jack of the Blue Lagoon Pack. I swear to help Lucy win Jack’s heart. If I break this vow, may death strike me instantly.” As the final word left his lips, a black symbol appeared across his neck—a glowing mark that shimmered ominously before fading into his skin. The curse had taken hold.

When he got closer to Carlos, he saw that he was staring at his wife who was in the kitchen, making food that none of them would eat. "You can't just tell us to find Maria Blackwheel," Clark said. "Who the hell is she?" "She is a descendant of James Blackwheel," Savannah explained, standing up and not daring to look at Carlos' face as Clark had did. "My husband mentioned her name three times when he was doing a research on werewolves. He said she was very powerful and could form a link between the human world and the world of the werewolves. He said she was a saviour. A woman destined to liberate mankind from the evil reign of the werewolves at an appointed time when the moon is full. She is

[However, even if the soldiers didn’t opened it completely, something from the inside busted the door, almost like an explosion. Luckily, the soldiers and horses weren’t harmed because of Captain Rian’s support magic, it is a thick transparent shield. The wagon was covered in a dark smoke, a mummy (human wrapped in bandage) who made the explosion has his body busted. Its body was well-planned to stick on the door of the wagon]

It fit snugly in her palm and she smiled at the warmth. “It’s made from the branch of a four-hundred-year-old white oak, soaked in holy water, until the color was bleached out of it. The end, past those markings, is carved from the scapula bone of an angel.” Serenity’s gaze snapped to the end of the wand, as her hand flew open. She turned it, noticing for the first time, the small holes in the end, the webbing of bone. She stared at it, wondering if she should put it back. She didn’t want anything to do with angels… But the more she held it, the more she was convinced, it was hers and hers alone.