Voldemort Holding Wand Novels & Stories

"Your disguise is impeccable I agree to that, but it is still not enough to fool the eyes of experts, silly child. You should continue looking for your wand, you don't have to worry I will not tell your secret to another soul, I promise." Feeling that the owner does not have any malicious intent towards her, Audrey decided to trust her intuition. Besides, it's not as if this shop owner will be too bored to be gossiping about a small fry like her, she thought. She continued trying out the available wands until she arrived at the last cabinet. There she saw an inconspicuous looking wand. Its color was deep violet and it was lacking of exquisite design unlike the other wand displayed on the sto

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."

So caught by the hope illuminating her eyes, that I miss the VonTassel kid moving to pull the cupcake from beneath the seat. Her yelp filling the cabin, had me grabbing air, and the retard proving why his clan was every bit as respected as the McDougans. Their speed, lightning fast if not legendary, leaving me to growl from my seat as he holds the kid at the front of the aisle. “Your blood or your life?” The changed vamp hisses in her ear before making a sloppy lick at her vein. “NEVER!” Her scream comes with a full body flail as he holds her off the ground by the hair. I know I have to move before the others get their wits about them, but him dropping her on the metal……

Their full attention now on Wynter. In a flash like movement, Voldemort lunged at us, grabbing Wynter by her throat. Using his nail, he cut down her shirt, exposing her neck. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" I yelled, attempting to save Wynter.

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.”

Elena had already passed out and I was just sitting down there like a helpless person in order to fill them. I heard the door locks on the doors and after a few minutes the door suddenly opened before Griffin walked in with a frown on his face along with Voldemort who came directly to me with chains in his hand. "Hey Voldemort, who are you doing?" I asked while coughing because the smoke was starting to get to me which made him glare at me. I watched as Griffin immediately carried her out of the room in his arms and after Voldemort finished with his business he literally pulled me out of the room.

Robert pulled Vale back, but just the same, the man was too lively. Robert used a trick he hadn't used in a fight in a long time. He uses one hand to move his wand, his mouth keeps muttering incantations and he uses one hand to control his true power.

All the while, images of Draco brimmed her vision. "Oh, yes...yes...," Her cries ripped through the air as Isolde slid the bulbous wand into her cunt...

The windows were tinted dark, and only a single glowing sign marked the entrance — no name, just a symbol. Before I could ask where we were, Perth closed his laptop and reached down beside him. I followed his hand with my eyes and froze when I saw what he lifted: a black box. The same one I’d seen before — the one that had held the collar now fastened around my throat. He opened it slowly, and inside, resting neatly on black velvet, was a thin silver chain. My stomach twisted. “Come closer,” he said without looking at me. I hesitated, my fingers tightening around the edge of the seat. But something in his voice made it clear there was no use refusing. I moved forward a little, my pulse hamme

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide