Voldemort's Wand Novels & Stories

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

Its color changed again and because dark indigo. "The power of metal, from both the earth and the sky," The Queen mumbled on, "grants the creature the mark of the past and the future." The color changed again. With magic items and powers boiling up in midair, there was finally the shape of a wand -- A wand that took the form of wood, but with metal grain in dark indigo carved all over its body. The wand was now a whole with no seam or parts indicating anything out of balance; and the bottom of it shone a bit watery blue light, like the deep dark ocean, while the tip a shred of ice, showing its sharp edge.

"Take my hand Vampire!" No matter how much Vladimir tried to resist he simply couldn't. The compel of the wizard's command was too strong to break through even for Vladimir. Holding his hand in an iron grip the wizard's eyes when wild as he started chanting spells under his breaths making energy zap around him Esmeray and Vladimir in blinding circles. Blood started trickling out of the wizard's nose as his nails dug into Vladimir's hand breaking the skin. "Since it, all started with you it's only fair if you relive it all with your bride." The wizard's voice echoed in Vladimir's mind sending an icy shiver down his spine.

"I found a wand in the fairyland! It is buried under the ground! It is the exact design and wood!" "Does it have a tip?" "Yes! Yes!" "Vorno, tie down his whole family! This goblin is going to get the wand of Olga!" "What? No! No!" "You bring me the wand!" she shouted to the goblin. The little imps carried the goblin and threw him outside the tamarind tree. "Vorno?" "Yes, my mistress?" She whispered her wants to his ear. Her eyes were staring at Ram's muscled body. From the wide shoulders to the slim hips and the long legs...

Voldemort reported and pecked his mom on her cheeks "Hmmmmmm,yummy" Damien yelled from the dinning room with a mouthful of pancakes "Pancakes!" Voldemort exclaimed as he supersped to the dinning room leaving the woman outside who in turn laughed before joining the boys inside "Am going for a walk Mom" Damien yelled and supersped outside without waiting for his mom reply "Stubborn boy" His mother cursed as she cleared the table where they had ate with Voldemort supporting her INTO THE WOODS A young girl ran with great speed into the woods while her eyes glowed as she was been chased by a pack of wolves

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.

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……

A proctor in pristine white robes stood on the platform, his expression stern. When they saw the wand in my hand, the crowd stared. "Gods, does she really think she can pass the trial with that thing?" "It's always the ugly ones who try the hardest. As if a fancy prop could hide what she is. Trash is still trash." "Is she trying to upstage our Isabella?" "Hah! Well, she succeeded. As a clown." "Please. Isabella's wand is laurel wood with a pure mana crystal. Lord Adrian chose it for her himself. And this girl shows up with a toy? She's not even in the same league."

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

The dark surface seemed to swallow any light that struck it. On top of the table sat an urn fashioned from the same black material as the table. The round bottom of the container was almost a foot in diameter, while the neck tapered to an opening no more than two inches wide. Faint movement could be seen through its opaque sides, and a low hum seemed to come from inside. The Necromancer’s three followers watched him silently, each unwilling to draw attention to himself by speaking. Viktor was pretty sure he knew what was going on, while the two apprentice wizards had no idea.