Voldemort's Wand Novels & Stories

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

I ask when they've finished tying me up. "So you don't knock it backwards when you're squirming," Nathan answers with a smirk. Nathan sits on the bed behind me, his leather clad legs on both sides of the chair so he has access to me with the wand. It's plugged into the wall and Nathan turns it on. I see why it's called a violet wand, it's got purple electricity going up through the middle which looks so pretty. Marcus dims the lights and stands in front of my with his arms across his chest.

When the room went dark again, I heard mumblings through the crowd. "Did you see that werewolf?" "It looked so real!" "I'd never seen such a realistic-looking animatronic." "It was so scary!" Shit! I was worried, realizing why that must have happened. Luckily, no one had seen him shift and they thought he was part of the show. But this couldn't be good. He would have ripped his clothes when he did that. I stayed behind and did my best to feel around for where it would have torn. My fingers found a shopping bag. My potion! I picked it up and my stomach dropped as it made the sound of broken glass. But maybe it was still okay. It was just dried herbs, after all. I hadn't added the water yet. A

He backed away and picked up his wooden wand that was under his feet. Winky cast a spell which roughly meant “Go to another realm!”, but actually it was used to get rid of small insects or beasts. Even so, apparently the spell reacted slightly with the crow. The bird seemed to be choking in pain. The owner was also in great pain. “You! I will come back!” The person then disappeared and emitted smoke. Actually Winky was very scared, but he had to be able to fight his fear, because that person looked very dangerous. Winky turned around, while Delia hid behind him, frightened.

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.

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.

So long that dust had thickly coated it but somehow, it still seemed to be boiling. Picking it up, I approached the doctor and asked him about it. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion that it was indeed strange. "Where did you find that? I thought I had disposed of it. That is an extract of Voldemort root. It is a poison that kills a human within an hour so, I would advise that you return it. I wouldn't want to be the reason why your master loses a maid." I smiled faintly as I returned to the stall. By the time I returned, the doctor had finished packing and handed the basket to me.

Dante hissed again, keeping a hand on Willow. I need to do something... She shut her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. She gripped the back of Dante's coat, going through the list of spells she knew that could help either of them in this situation. When Roy took another step forward, Dante snarled at him. I couldn't protect him... but I need to protect Dante... There was a brush against her leg that startled her. When she peered down, she swore she could see the beautiful oil colored scales of Hecate's snake around her feet.

Lavender and vanilla. The faint scent caused his head to whip around, scanning the room for the source. He knew that smell, even though it had been years since he had been in its presence. From the darkened back corner, his eyes focused on a small group along the wall about 50 feet in front of him. The tall blonde had her back to him, but he could see the two guys she was with: Sean, the werewolf pup, and an unknown brunette, who looked like a pipsqueak next to the wolf.

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."