Voldemort's Wand Novels & Stories

Jordan took the thing from Manguls's hand and walked towards me and asked-" Look at this, is this from your land?" I frowned and looked at the thing he was showing me. My eyes widen to see the wand in his hand. I witch's wand!!! I took it from his hand and looked at it carefully, and then the realization hit me, it was my family wand!! The denoted initials can be seen. I took out my wand to confirm if what I am seeing is true or not. And it was true!! The initial marks of Lenin's are denoted there as same as mine. I was too shocked. I looked at him in confusion and asked in a shaken voice-" Wh-Where did you find this?"

"But I'm going to. How are you still so calm, I will destroy you and take over the empires!" "I've heard this so many times you know,"Vador smirked. "I've got the protector Aiden," she said showing him the merged necklace"Without It you're Aiden and not Vador, and you Aleister couldn't you be smarter than this?I will kill you and you lover Aiden" "Don't you try to hurt her," Vador shouted trying to get out of metal chair. "Your vampire strength won't help you with this one sweetheart. It's covered with holy water,if you keep trying so hard you'll end up hurting yourself."

“Have you got your own druidic wand?” “A what?” I answered swiftly. “It is an object we use to enhance the spell of potion we are working on.” Aerin stood up and sauntered over to the table, she started drawing on a piece of paper that Grandma Rose handed to her. “It is called a Druid rod or wand. It is made from Hazel, with herbal clay worked around it and embellished with crystals.” She drew a staff-like wand. “It has to touch the thing that it was directed at with the crystal at the top.”

He was like a bird and I was the owner but then he was all I have and I would rather be in pains just to make sure that my pretty, innocent bird doesn’t die. It was meant to go on just like that not until when he clocked 13 and I clocked 11. That was the last of him I could remember not until I bumped into him yesterday. And like a thunderstorm, all I could remember was when he said, ‘I, Dumbledore Voldemort, rejects you as my mate!!’

He quickly started pulling some items from Pedigrew' robes, putting them by his side on the floor. "Clear, Director Bones. Found a piece of rope, a potion that appears to have 'gone bad', 5 sickles and 14 knuts, and two wands." Moody one good eye is staring at the items, especially the wands. "I would recognize that wand anywhere. The bone white one. I am pretty sure that it is You-Know-Who's wand…" The wizards in the room gasp at that. Professor Snape approaches a little to look at it, and says.

"I have something special planned for you today." Uther reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of liquid. Liam recognized it immediately, it was Wolfsbane. He had heard the stories of what it could do to a werewolf, the pain it could inflict. "I will make you scream," Uther said, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. "You will regret ever knowing my daughter."

Sighing in relief, Jones runs to the body, snatching the wand from the faerie's belt and running back into the thicket. He looks down at the simple wood wand. He thought there would be a button, something to make this easy. Instead, he is faced with a glorified tree branch. Shit. It would require faerie magic to operate. Even then, how would he go about calling the Queen? He slams the wand on the ground in frustration, causing sparks to jump out of the wood. Startled, the vampire jumps back, tentatively kicking the wand toward the edge of the thicket. What did he just do? As quick as the wand reacted, the barrier in front of him shimmered, and royal guards stepped through the barrier.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

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...

Then, he quickly followed the vice principal’s lead and folded his robes, placing them on the table beside Wángzǐ. And I'm not going to be coddling you ." Hikaru swallowed hard, not liking the sneer on Wángzǐ’s face or the glint in his dark eyes. Smoothing a sweaty hand down his shirt, Hikaru stumbled the two steps with his wand in hand. Yatagarasu Wángzǐ looked elegant and lethal, a slender figure in black at the other end of the gleaming length of wood. Hikaru may have been responsible for getting rid of Voldemort, but he knew that the man before him was a truly formidable and powerful wizard.