Sirius Wand Novels & Stories

Dealing with someone like me was likely as simple to him as one plus one equals two. So it was better to treat him the way I always had: purely, simply, as an idol. Even ambiguity was not allowed. Thinking this, I quickly finished crafting the wand. Looking at the staff soaked in the spring water, the enormous Tear of the Moon Goddess set upon a snow-white diamond mount, I felt that this must be the most valuable wand in all the Nine Worlds today. Perhaps I would never again have the chance in my lifetime to work with materials this fine. After wiping the wand gently with a soft cloth, I stood up and turned around—only to find that Lan had already fallen asleep.

Maybe hoarseness. Sirius folded his arms, eyeing me carefully despite the cool disassociation of his voice. “Not what you expected?” he drawled. I forced myself to meet his eyes, drawing my gaze up from the counter only to meet his chest. I kept going, my neck craning. He was taller than I had ever imagined, nearly seven feet tall–no wonder, gauging the size of his wolf form. Continuing to trail up the crisp linen button-up he wore, noting his massive forearms. Goddess, he was bigger than Justin! His dress shirt was tucked into creased dress pants, up over the open collar, revealing pale, nearly paper-white skin, then to his eyes. His very golden eyes. Alight and bright, keen and seeking, hi

“Is that yours?” “Yes, I was trying to throw a stronger laser spell to cut off his hands, but it was as if the spell got stuck in the wand and it burned it inside-out.” “It happens. We aren’t witches. For us, a wand acts mainly as a conduit and amplifier for our energy. If we load it with too much energy at once or try to cast a spell too strong for it, it can shortcircuit the wand and burn it. Tomorrow is Sunday, I’m sure Martha can take you to Glasgow so you can get yourself a new wand. You had a beginner one, make sure to buy a more advanced one this time,” said Borin.

He asked, "What kind of precious item?" Shepard replied, "I became a Super Sanctuary ten years ago, so I started to challenge the elite cultivators of Manand. The last person I challenged was Maddox. That person is also at the Super Sanctuary level. He has an extraordinary wand that broke my Domain. I was defeated by him." "A wand?" Wilbur frowned. Shepard nodded and replied, "The wand increases the power of his spells. It was astounding." Wilbur secretly felt giddy, but he looked at Lucia like he was troubled. He said, "Mister Ambassador, he's a Super Sanctuary with a precious item. I'm afraid I can't help you."

The troop's alarm was slow to rise, giving Kaida's wolves time to vanish into the night, their captive in tow. As Eryndor's voice echoed through the gathering, Aria's troops listened with rapt attention and concern, their eyes aglow with a fire that seemed to burn brighter with the energy of every word. Lyra, too, stood tall, her hand in Eryndor's, her sleek body radiating a quiet strength and determination. Her spirit was immortal now.

Perhaps Grandpa Kent was right, Werewolves once had the ability to wield Magic, but had long ago been cut off from the source. As I quietly descended the stairs with my letter in hand, I knew my parents would abhor the idea of me participating in Iridian. In the long history of Iridian, there hasn’t been a single person who rejected the invitation. I held no interest in playing the game, and was unwilling to risk my mind or life in the process, but the Game Master had stolen something of mine.

Her body battered by the cuts and bruises of her previous attempts, Chiri raised a thin elaborate metal wand. Breathing in deeply as she strengthened her stance, before drawing a commanding broad stroke within the air. Slicing through several of the currents it seemed, at first, they would bend to her will. Then, in an instant, they broke free descending on her in a myriad of merciless strikes. Horus felt a lump in his throat as he choked back sobs, upon hearing his sister release a tortured shriek. Lying in a defeated heap on the ground, fat tears began to roll from his eyes as he saw blood splutter from her mouth.

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.

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.

I swallowed and quickly took my mind out of the gutter. “I know the only differences are our eyes and the scar he has on his face. My eyes flashes from green to an orangish gold. His eyes flash from green to blood-red.” “And why is that?” I asked. Since they were supposed to look the same, why did they have different eye colours? “Because red eyes mean he kills innocent creatures, and the Moon Goddess does not accept this. So Selene brands any wolf that kills a human or any other innocent creature with red eyes.” It was Meadow who explained it.