Voldemort Holding Wand Novels & Stories

Perhaps Queen Haelyn cast a spell on me yesterday to change my mind… It won't take long before I would eventually love this place and abolish my plans…no, I can't let that happen. And that wand, this is my first time to see it up close like this, I only thought this only happens in the movies. “Can I touch it?” She shook her head, “I would like to, but every wand would electrify anyone who touches it except its owner.” Ah, I see. That’s pretty understandable must be because of my harry potter dreams and the fantasy movies I watched last time in the human world….. So technically, wands are like a human who has feelings…and whenever their destined owner touches them, they would be fine, but if

"This is not her! Are you wolves blind or downright stupid? And you, You are her mate, can you not tell?" I growl at his outburst and lack of respect. But I know it has no effect on him. He looks at all of us and beckons. We draw closer to him. He no longer says anything but indicates that we need to sit on the floor. He then tells Hermes to bring Tania as well. Unconscious like that. Hermes complies and is told to keep holding her. He cradles her whilst sulking. The warlock takes out his pouch of the brown powder, his staff and a very short sword. He takes out a wooden plate and a calabash with water. Everyone gapes at him wondering where all these things came from. He just looks at them sm

"Well, he can't hold the barrier any longer. What use is he?" "Alright, I'll spare you if you keep the barrier standing longer," Vivaldi says to the Wandman, his tone brooking no argument. But the Wandman remains motionless, the atmosphere shimmering as the boundary begins to disperse. Vivaldi, clearly not one for patience, grabs the hunter by the metal plates on his shoulders, shaking him like a rag doll. "Listen to me," he growls, his voice laced with frustration. The hunter's eyes roll around in his head, his face a mask of confusion and fear as he struggles to stay conscious.

She cries silently, Merlin tries to hold her other hand, but she wriggles her hand free of him. “I am truly sorry, for everything I’ve put you through. If I’d had any say, I would not have done this. Any of it.” Ash nods and Kai moves to the bed with the children on as Merlin turns to inspect them. He pulls out a wand from a pocket which grows as he holds it into a long wooden staff, it was solid looking but also appears ancient, with a cluster of pale-green crystals fused into the top of it. He waves it in a circle, and a swirl of sparks flies from the crystal.

Vincent's eyes that were midnight black stared at the man held by the guards looking at him with anger and disgust. Sure he was evil but none dared make a commotion like this. He was having a hard time maintaining his clean name because of idiots like this man. They didn't know when to strike or if they even had a chance of surviving after receiving a blow from him.

"Follow me wolves, we are heading to the woods." Mr Derek said and stormed out of the office followed by Mr Damon and finally the wolves leaving only Emma in the office. "Finally, it's happening." She whispered with a smirk plastered on her lips. . . . SECLUDED AREA. A huge black wolf and a vampire were lying on the floor almost lifeless and a huge beast stood few metres away from them. "Now, I'm going to kill you first." Lord Voldemort thundered in his beastly form as he grabbed hold of Dorian neck and began draining the life outta from him.

He was playing with my mind. He picked up a sleek, obsidian-colored wand. "This one is for the subtle hitters," he said, pressing the cold head against my palm and clicking it on. The vibration was so intense my hand instantly went numb. "But you...you look like you need something more torturous." I swallowed nervously without a single word. He moved to a wall of leather and steel. He picked up a set of weighted clips and a violet-colored internal probe that looked like it belonged in an alien laboratory.

"But not entirely." He paused. "There's dragon blood in you, girl. Just enough to make you mine." My knees weakened, but I didn’t fall. I couldn’t. Something inside me, some echo of heat, of ancient instinct, refused to cower. Vaelith smirked. “Still fighting it.” “I won’t beg,” I said. “Not for you.” “Not yet.” He reached into the chest beside the bed and pulled out a device made of gleaming black metal. It looked like a wand but it pulsed, alive with a low red glow. He turned a rune, and the wand began to hum with dark energy.

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

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. Ariana was scared that Mike would scream or hit her if she didn't abide by his words. Hesitantly while still gripping on the hem of her dress she walked over to the place that Mike ordered. Mike raised his left hand which was holding the wand and placed it over her shoulder. Ariana saw him raised his hand and thought that he would hit her for a mistake that she perhaps had done. Shutting to her eyes, the little girl braced herself from the incoming pain on her cheek.