Voldemort's Wand Novels & Stories

“Are there any other details you can remember? Even the tiniest piece of information can be helpful.” I shook my head, then realizing she couldn’t see me, I said, “No. Nothing else that I can think of—Oh, wait. Actually, there is one more thing that probably is significant. His wand was kind of strange. It was made of a red stone, but instead of the sides being smooth, they were faceted. For a second, when I first saw it, I thought it was made of ruby…” My words hung in the air, as Vee cracked open her eyes and pinned me with an intense stare. “Not a ruby,” she said. “A faceted red diamond.”

Voldemort yelled, blood gushing freely from of his mouth while Summer in her demonic form hovered above him. She has just defeated him with a single blow. "Nooo, I can't be defeated, not this easily!" Voldemort yelled enlarging in his demon size, his clothes tore during the transformation as he turned into a terrifying beast. Horns grew from his head, his claws and fangs became longer and sharper while his eyes took a red shade as he was covered in an evil black smoke. He had transformed into a mighteous beast as he stared at Summer whose eyes now took the shade of two colors.

Merfoy closed the book and remove his glasses. “Tried to analyze the situation, Seres gave him some of his red flames which makes him a sorcerer. Then your grandparents passed some of their green flames to him which helps him resist Seres’ manipulation, but do you know what makes him become a violet sorcerer? It’s because he already had the blue flame in him from the day he was born, and the three flames inside him mixed up causing a violet flame. We have two options here, first is to make those who gave him the green flame take it back, in that case, the red flame and blue flame only exist in him,” Merfoy said explaining it with his hand gestures.

“It will help, but not entirely. That is why I am here, I will train you to control your magic. We still have a week before your eighteenth birthday and a week to save your sister.” I gripped the wand tightly, finding some comfort in it. Yes, I will control my magic. And I will definitely save my sister. Just hang in there, Mayari. We will come for you. “And, oh, before I forget. There's another reason why that wand is special.” I frowned. “What is it?” “It's made of white oak wood. The only wood capable of killing a vampire, any vampire, with just one strike on the heart.” She smiled at me. “Don't you love it already?”

Killian smiled brightly, rising his cane, "And do you know what this is?" Evelyn did know. Not like the famous witch book the English woman wrote, mages don't all use wands, but each would need to find their own totems -- a magic item that accepts them as owner. One mage can only have one totem all their life, and the totem could grow more and more powerful if their owner nurtures it right. "Of course," Evelyn answered, "I believe that's your wand, Mr. Potter?" Cold eyes fell on Evelyn from all directions, and she rolled her eyes -- she knew Killian was too popular to challenge!

He did not even look this happy when he had won the Science Olympiad a year ago. "Of course you are." I stood on the tip of my toes and gave his cheek a kiss. "So, what is that?" I pointed at the stick he was holding. Hunter looked surprised. "You do not know?" He brought the stick closer until I could finally see what it was. It was a replica of the Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in the history of magic wands. "Did you put the pieces back again? I remember Harry broke that one in Deathly Hallows."

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

"And what are those?" "First, the Vladers. They are the type of vampires who possesses mind reading. They are the strongest type of vampire so they are the first. You can only tell if Vlader is a vampire if they have bloodshot or red eyes. They lead the other vampires so don't try to fight them or you will be the first to die. And don't approach them, they'll know what you're thinking," Then Vlader is the man of my dreams. The strongest type of vampire. Strongest of all vampires. But… the vampire I dreamed about was not real!

He was the saviour, the only one that could save them. “Get his wand out!” Cwena commanded anyone. The bald woman with blue eyes dropped to her knees and sunk her shaky hands into Sir. Oswic's black clothing to fetch for his wand. “Wake up, sir! We need you!!!! The tyronimics - they're here.” “Here it is,” the woman said as she brought the brown, dry stick which was apparently a wand out of his black clothing. Cwena snatched the wand and pushed it roughly into Sir. Oswic's hands.

It was the shimmery white powder from the cauldron in the secret room. Tom frowned, confused. What am I supposed to do with them? Sprinkle them on the mist like Tinkerbell? “If the mist comes at you, throw it at them,” Suzanne said quietly, taking her place next to Vlad. He looked at her and gave her a silent nod. She did likewise and whipped out her wand. The metallic wand extended to more than a foot long. “Use it wisely!” one of the twins warned Tom. “We don’t have much left, Thomas spilt most of it!”