Sirius Black Wand Novels & Stories

He really had the guts to spit out sensational sh*t to his followers. "Sister Emily…" I gripped my ear as I began to hear Momo's voice. I tossed my head around hoping his voice would fade away but it only made it worse. My ears bled, the pain intense as I fell to the ground. "The Witch is down, this might just be our time to end her once and for all." The clashing sound of metals behind me sent shivers down my spine. Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble.

“Why do you sound like someone who doesn’t plan to return?” I gave a small smile. “We’ll win,” Kavira said firmly. “And you’ll be there beside her, won’t you?” I nodded. “Of course.” Then, from my cloak, I pulled out the Living Book, its cover still warm and pulsing faintly with magic. I handed it to the Siora. “Keep this safe. For Vireya.” She took it slowly, cradling it like a child, her eyes shining with sorrow. By evening, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow across the sky, the last remnants of the blood moon still lingering like a curse. We had surrounded the packs from every direction. There would be no escape.

“Being a witch is more than just waving your wand around.” Mistress Sungul would always say, her own wand poised between her fingers. “We are what mages dream to be. We are what priests fear.” It was almost like a mantra. As Sungul leisurely paced around the room, soaking in my blank stares and gazing at the mist that oozed from her wand, she would repeat herself. Sometimes muttering so low that I had to strain to hear her. Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches.

Elena's POV “Your what?!” I blurt out with my voice echoing through the quiet space. Ryan Blackwood just stands there calm as ever with his hands tucked into his pockets like he’s talking about the weather. His dark hair falls slightly over his forehead and his eyes... those cold, unreadable eyes... don’t even flinch. “I said,” he repeats slowly, “I want you to pose as my girlfriend for two months. Nothing more.” I blink at him, sure I must’ve heard wrong.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

"Do not threaten me! We have a deal. I want my family’s company back, and I want to see Thea begging on her knees. You want Elias out of the chairman seat. We need each other." Sirius slowly raised his glass, taking another sip. He didn't flinch at her sudden outburst. He had studied Maya. He knew she was unstable, driven entirely by her hatred for her sister. To Sirius, she was a dangerous, volatile weapon but if used correctly, she was the perfect tool to destroy Elias once and for all. "Of course we do," Sirius murmured, his lips curling into a cold, fake smile. "Which is why we must be very precise. We cannot afford a single mistake."

Not the name or the adoption certificate or even the plasma abilities. But the willingness to stand between innocent people and danger. To fight when necessary. To lead when no one else would. That's what made someone Blackwood. And today—in this scorched courtyard, surrounded by people who'd survived because we'd refused to give up—I'd proven I was exactly that. Shawn Blackwood. Seventeen years old, werewitch, plasma manipulator. Brother. Nephew. Packmate. Leader. It was terrifying and overwhelming and absolutely insane.

"It seems so. And it ties directly into the prophecy you found. The chosen one is supposed to harness this power to restore balance and defeat the great evil." As we continued our research, another name surfaced repeatedly: Astrid Blackwood, an ancestor of Gabriel's. She had been a powerful witch who sought to control the supernatural forces in Silverwood Falls, using dark rituals and forbidden magic. Her reign of terror had only been stopped by a coalition of witches and werewolves led by my own ancestor, William Hastings.

The heavy oak doors of the North Gallery were pulled back wide, revealing a grand hall that looked like something straight out of a terrifying fairytale. Hundreds of towering wax candles flickered inside massive iron chandeliers, casting a warm, golden glow over deep red velvet banners and long tables laden with roasted meats, silver goblets, and crystal decanters of dark wine. The air was thick with the rich scents of roasting spices, heavy perfumes, and the sharp, underlying musk of dozens of high-ranking shifter wolves gathered in one room.

SIRIUS : Yes NUN #1 : Why don’t you want to let him ride it? SIRIUS : Because I’m using it NUN #1 : But it doesn’t look to me like you are actually using it, you just seem to be sitting there, why don’t you let him ride it for a little bit SIRIUS : No!!! NUN #1 : Sirius dint be so stubborn, just let him ride it ( she attempts to take hold of Sirius’s hand and lead him away but Sirius holds on to the swing and refuses to let go)