Sirius Black Wand Novels & Stories

“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.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

“Get the special toy ready for her. I think it’s time to collect our due from all that investment.” The witch’s familiar wasn’t expecting it. Her mistress sometimes did things on a whim, but she wouldn’t change her mind once she decided. London Webb might be a capable human, but she wasn’t an irreplaceable resource. Why was her mistress so generous to a mere human? Sensing her familiar’s hesitation to get the item she requested, Wanda frowned. “Do you think that she’s unworthy of the Crystal Lotus?”

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.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Some thing was about to happen; she could sense it. Beside her, her loyal companion, a majestic black wolf named Luna, her grandmother, exhibited a restlessness of her own. The fur on her back stood on end, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity matching Emily's own unease. Luna Malfoy had always been attuned to Emily's emotions, and now her wolf instincts seemed to amplify the growing strangeness in the air.

“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.

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.

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide

I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation. "Good," he said. He picked up one of the instruments from the case. It was a small, silver rod, with a tiny, sharp point on the end. It looked like a pen, but for flesh. "This is called a wand. It's for tracing delicate lines. For making you feel things you've never felt before."