Sirius Black's Wand Core Novels & Stories

The blood that flows through your veins is more powerful than you can imagine—wolf and fairy together create magic that hasn't been seen in our world for centuries. *Marcus believes he will harness my essence during the Blood Moon ritual, but he doesn't understand that I've already transferred the purest part of my power to you through our blood bond. What remains in me is but a shadow—enough to keep him interested, never enough to give him what he truly desires.* *The wand will amplify your natural abilities and help you channel powers that are still dormant within you.and the grimoire contains the collected wisdom of twelve generations of fairy guardians. Study it quickly, focus on the sec

On the screen were several bold, red headlines: [Blackwood Pharma Scandal: Core Suppressant Formula Exposed for Using Banned Addictive Ingredients] [Dr. Vance Releases Gene Correction Technology: Old-Era Suppressants to Become Obsolete] [Sanctions Take Effect: Blackwood Group Stock Plummets 80% at Opening Bell] "Doctor, they may deserve this, but this is a centuries-old enterprise. If it collapses, many lower-ranking, ordinary werewolves will be affected..." "No. This is excision."

“No more Receiver and shadow binder. No more one family devouring the other. I want co-op. You and me. Equal spirals. We hold the vein together, or we let it die together. Your choice.” Seras laughed—sharp, bitter. “You think it’s that easy? My mother wore the black garnet for twenty years waiting for a Morau throat to rip out.” “I think you’re tired,” I cut in. “I think you’re fourteen, same as me, and you didn’t ask for this any more than I did. I think the valley’s big enough for two wizards.” I stepped closer. The safelight flickered. The print in the developer tray began to surface on its own.

Or maybe something else entirely. I lifted my wand, focused on the energy humming beneath my skin. It had been there since I got to Blackmoor—this strange, restless current inside me, like a storm waiting to break. I reached for it now, pulling it up through my veins. The room seemed to darken. Jason's smirk faltered. I whispered the incantation Professor Holloway had taught us earlier that week. “*Lux ex tenebris.*” Light from darkness. A burst of golden energy erupted from my wand—not controlled, not precise. It slammed into Jason's next attack,colliding in a flash of white-hot light.

“If that magic knot isn’t destroyed, we’re just wasting our energy.” Another wizard, his face pale, whispered, “I feel it… around the edge of the wound. But it’s very strong, like it’s been twisted over and over.” “Get into position. We’ll do this together,” Lysander said, his gaze shifting among all the wizards around him. “Don’t stop even if your body resists. Focus on the light, push that black energy out.” The white wizards formed a circle, their hands outstretched above Lyara’s body. White light pulsed from their palms, radiating softly yet powerfully. The black magical aura surrounding Lyara’s wound began to hiss, like thick fog forced to evaporate.

“We have to focus.” There was even an evident sigh that all of a sudden left him at ease by the fact he allowed himself to relax against my calming power. He waited through a long silence before speaking again, his voice firmer this time. “His power… originates from your locket which the witch implanted in his center. It originates deep in his body, a font of ancient sorcery that fuels him and grants what he needed to be strong, fast—everything.” I listened, every word hitting me like a buoy. “How do you destroyed this core?”

“The wand chooses you.” I snapped him a look, unsure of what he meant. But as if on cue, one of the wands in the case began to tremor and my eyes instantly found it against the back corner, hidden beneath another wand. The wand looked to be made of the same wood that Damiens’ wand was made of, and it was about the same size. It had a black handle with multiple colored chakra stones wedged into it. I gasped when I saw the colors of them. I recognized them instantly as the colors of my mate's eyes.

The mana and spell that HE can have and only use. “In the middle, nice and clear. Black and white, Yin and Yang.” The words that HE whispers. A command that deals with the once spiraling white and darkness of the core to separate into the perfect cut. Now with the sinister smile that HE draws to HIS face. HE snaps HIS finger and in a second, the core breaks in the middle and perfectly. “Such an enticing entertainment that though it only lasted for a few seconds. Still, I am amused.” HE took the half, the darkness, and the Yin. Leaving the pure one back to the vessel with the spell of a lie that it still holds the darkness inside.

Of course, it would sound like a curse to him. Zahir continued. “Then Allarya gathered every single witch in the world on the Pire peaks and all of them committed a mass suicide. The last to die was Allarya. She gathered all their mana and concentrated it in a single core. She compacted and sealed the magic core using her mana. She created another core, which was known as the key from the leftover mana in her soul. So even if Derek got his hand on the magic core, he wouldn’t be able to access it without the key.”

Dyna said clenching the wheelchair's arm. "Of course!" Lucifer replied giving her access to the wheelchair. "Dad, Is everything under control?" Dyna whispered. "Yes," Draco responded. "How about the snake princes?" he asked "Marcus is completely under my influence, he will not be going to harm you. I enchanted his wand." She said smirking devilishly. "Stupid girl...his wand cannot be enchanted with your powers...he has THE RED MOON POWERS" in his wands." he scowls.