Sirius Wand Novels & Stories

Arraya teasingly scolds, “Watch it, girl. You have a trial soon. Don’t upset me, or I will make it harder for you.” “A trial?” Willow didn’t say anything about a trial. I assumed I would just be here talking with Arraya all night. Arraya’s voice is full of amusement, “Yes, girl. It is time for you to find the crystals for your wand.” “I thought sorcerers didn’t use wands.” “They don’t need them, but some like the use of them. It concentrates their magic.” Array explains, “The crystals you will find in the mountain will call to you. Balance yourself and listen. Plus, research shows you look 20% cooler with a wand.”

he said and recited a ritual afterward. As Hunter was saying all those things, my mind was busy inspecting the woman's figure. I think I know her. She looks familiar to me. Soon, the woman moved. "She's moving," Conrad declared. "Thanks to uncle," Greg said proudly. "It's the wand that healed her," Hunter reckoned. "But it won't heal if you are not the one who uses it, right?" Greg insisted. "Wands can't just be used by anyone," Hunter spoke. "They only follow their master's command. So, yes, I cured her." Hunter surrendered. His nephew won't stop so he just agreed.

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.

Their weapons were trained on us, their faces cold and unyielding. Sirius stood under the harsh light, his gaze drifting upward to the night sky. For a long, unnerving moment, he seemed lost in thought, his expression unreadable. Then, his eyes snapped back to me, and a wide, charismatic grin spread across his face. "It's been a while since I was here!" he exclaimed, his voice booming through the ruined room. "Feels too good to be home!"

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.

Emily smiled gratefully and two of them sat down on mats that had already been placed for them. Two women and two men came in and stood before them. "Can you tell by looking which one is the most powerful and decipher who's the witch, wizard, and sorcerer amongst them?" Emily closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. "You should know that the difference between these three is that. Witches cast spells, and are nothing without spells and potions. Wizards are witches who have read and read till they've memorized the spells. They've gone deeper and done serious research and now possess more knowledge than the average witch, that translates to power. While witches have to call out the spells wit

“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.

When he walked to me, he carried one wand which was a little bend. I gasped. "Snape! Is that Bellatrix's wand?" I knew most people were either hated Bellatrix or loved her, there was no in between. She was a mean character who had used her wand to torture Alice and Frank Longbottom and God knew how many other people, but I could not help but to admire the appearance of the wand. It was unique, just like the Elder Wand, it has its own look. "Yes, it is." Hunter handed the wand to me. "Shall we?"

The dark skin girl’s face darkened even more, but only for a moment, as Professor Smart placed a beautiful wand in her right hand. “You can keep it until you manage to make one as good. Just don't start crying because I saw thousands of girls crying and I’m fed up with it.” The girl started to smile, but not because the professor asked, but because she got a wonderful wand: reddish because of the cherry wood it was made of, with green aura surrounding both the wand and the girl's hand, from the jade stone which was on top. Lionel Squisshy got close to Elizabeth's wand again and as if he saw it for the first time, and exclaimed again, to Prince Dragoesti’s indignation:

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.