Sirius Black Wand Novels & Stories

“You can’t expect us to believe this based on your intuition alone.” I sighed, frustrated by their refusal to see the truth. “First of all,” I began, “Gemini twins are the only species of witches whose eyes go black when they’re in control. No other witches can achieve that level of darkness. That’s what makes them the most powerful witches of all.”

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.

Vivian trembled when Sandilo’s forceful voice resounded in the room, “What is in this?” “Ummm….it…has…some things…I took it off…as I wanted to treat my bruises.” Vivian felt very self-conscious when his eyes swept over her from head to toe, “Bruises! Where.” Vivian was tempted to last out at him sarcastically, but she managed to bite her tongue at the right moment. “My arms are hurting. I need to use the wand in the backpack to heal it.” “Wand, what is that?” “It is a device that heals the wounds.”

“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.”

The scene inside slammed into me like a physical blow. Lucian Blackwood had the woman bent over his desk. Her dress was bunched around her waist, expensive silk crumpled like discarded tissue. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into bare flesh hard enough to leave marks. The sharp crack of skin meeting skin echoed through the room. She moaned, a throaty, desperate sound. “Harder,” she gasped. “Please, Alpha.” My body froze. Brain struggling to process. This was the legendary playboy heir I’d been warned about, the man I was supposed to report to, the future leader of the most powerful pack in the northern territories.

And then something happened that Saeris did not decide. Sirius came forward and took the wheel entirely. She felt her hand rise, felt the power surge up through her like a tide that had been waiting behind a dam, and she did not just see threads of gold, not exactly, she saw the thing that animated him, the vital current running underneath skin and bone, the core of it all, and she slashed it. The rogue leader froze. It lasted two seconds. Perhaps three. His face went blank, his eyes unfocused, then he folded and hit the ground.

Another witch fell. "You are winning," Volkov grunted, shaking his head as the trance lifted slightly with the witches' distraction. "Keep going, tech-boy." Damon snarled. He looked at Ethan, who was blinking, the violet fire starting to kindle again as the spell weakened. "Useless hags," Damon spat. He reached into his robes and pulled out a wand—not wood, but a rod of black iron twisted into a spiral. He abandoned the ritual, abandoned the taunting. He threw himself at Silas.

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.

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

of the parents. Silas Blackwood let out a roar that shattered the "Genre-Glass" of the entire sector. He shifted into his massive, gold-veined wolf form, his presence a terminal pillar of heresy that reached for the stratosphere. He didn't jump for the hand; he "Unwove" his own gravity, turning himself into a comet of gold-and-sapphire fire that plummeted toward the black moon. "LYRA! THE ANCHOR!" Silas screamed through the bond.