Voldemort's Wand Novels & Stories

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.”

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.

Vincent said begrudgingly, and his adorable face turned red from anger. He whipped out the magic wand that Zayn bought for him as a souvenir from Universal Studios. Vincent snarled, "I'm going to use Avada Kedavra on Bad Daddy!" Larissa didn't know what to say. "That's it," she thought. Avada Kedavra was the strongest spell. Vincent had always used harmless tools like the Crawly Dust or Burpy Dust to prank others. But if he intended to use Avada Kedavra, he must've been pissed.

"The best wands are between twelve and fifteen inches long. And you don't want them too thin or the magic projecting through it could shatter. But you don't want it too thick that it becomes heavy and uncomfortable either." "How do we know the difference?" My face burns when half the class turns to stare at me. "I mean, I've never made a wand before, what if mine is too thin but seems fine to me?" "A good guideline, Brene, is to find a branch that's about the same diameter as your middle finger or a little thicker at one end that will be the base-the part you'll hold. Oh, and it's perfectly fine that the branch isn't super straight, just not one that's a severe angle. But gnarly or slightly

“The wand chooses you.” I snapped him a look, unsure of what he meant. But as if on cue, one of the wands in the case began to tremor and my eyes instantly found it against the back corner, hidden beneath another wand. The wand looked to be made of the same wood that Damiens’ wand was made of, and it was about the same size. It had a black handle with multiple colored chakra stones wedged into it. I gasped when I saw the colors of them. I recognized them instantly as the colors of my mate's eyes.

His crimson eyes flickered toward us, unreadable. “Are you ready?” Viktor asked Graham quietly. “No,” Graham said, his voice low but steady. “But we have to do this.” Viktor nodded once and looked at me. “You stay close to him. The magic is powerful, but it will not harm you.” I swallowed hard and tightened my hold on Graham’s hand. Ronald stepped forward, placing a small silver bowl on a stool beside the bed. Inside was dark, shimmering liquid, blood and moon water, Viktor had explained earlier. It was the key to breaking the curse.

"No, you're not, I mean you are a good sorcerer and good at what you do. As a wolf that almost lost his powers, it's sort of difficult for me. I haven't been able to wolf out fully ever since the potion," I said in a low mass tone and Vladimir seemed to have noticed my shift in mood as he moved closer to me as I was seated on my bed.

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.

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:

Lists of suppliers which were long out of date also showed up once in a while. “The small dent we’ve made has given us so far twenty-three possible items. Five wands, three staves, nine spears, five sceptres, and one pen. Why would a pen be in the armoury?” Eva mentioned as she glanced at the information, she’d gleaned from what they’d found about the possible items. Damon smiled at her, thankful she’d taken up that task.