Voldemort's Wand Novels & Stories

I'm snapped from my spiral when he reaches for the hem of my damp hoodie again, slower this time, giving me every chance to stop him. I don’t. His irises disappear as pupils blow. “Arms up.” The command sends another humiliating pulse of heat through me. Still, I obey.

“Listen to me, boy. You won’t bring justice by charging into the lion’s den bare-chested. If you go now, you’ll be another corpse they forget.” James glared at him. “Then what? What do I do, wait until they wipe out what’s left of my people?” “No,” the wizard said. “You become the weapon they never see coming.” He turned and motioned for James to follow. Inside the wizard’s cottage, the air thickened with the scent of old parchment, bitter herbs, and something faintly metallic. The wizard walked to a large stone basin and began chanting in an ancient tongue. He tossed in dried herbs, crushed bone powder, and a vial of dark liquid that sizzled as it hit the hot water.

The pain was brief but sharp, like a reminder that this moment mattered. I raised my hand over the bowl filled with rich, dark soil of Valeria, branded with the royal sigil that seemed to look different now, even though I had seen it a thousand times before. As my blood dropped in the bowl, I could feel something shift in the air…something that felt weird. Then I wiped the dripping blood off with my thumb, pressing down on the scroll with my name in fancy script which signified my enrollment to the Academy.

He was playing with my mind. He picked up a sleek, obsidian-colored wand. "This one is for the subtle hitters," he said, pressing the cold head against my palm and clicking it on. The vibration was so intense my hand instantly went numb. "But you...you look like you need something more torturous." I swallowed nervously without a single word. He moved to a wall of leather and steel. He picked up a set of weighted clips and a violet-colored internal probe that looked like it belonged in an alien laboratory.

It was just a tale but he proved it right when he saw my reaction. “Your eyes couldn’t lie. You are so transparent.” he said like he knew me for a very long time. I couldn’t stand him looking at me straight, so I left his eyes first. Then, he talked about the deal. “You are a witch, right? Then make a love potion and steal my brother’s heart.” he proposed. “You are insane.” I told him. I learned nothing about spells, magic and potions. Not even a single one. My mother didn’t introduce me to any form of it. Witchcraft was forbidden and was punishable by death, now and forever.

"Your disguise is impeccable I agree to that, but it is still not enough to fool the eyes of experts, silly child. You should continue looking for your wand, you don't have to worry I will not tell your secret to another soul, I promise." Feeling that the owner does not have any malicious intent towards her, Audrey decided to trust her intuition. Besides, it's not as if this shop owner will be too bored to be gossiping about a small fry like her, she thought. She continued trying out the available wands until she arrived at the last cabinet. There she saw an inconspicuous looking wand. Its color was deep violet and it was lacking of exquisite design unlike the other wand displayed on the sto

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

I ask, “Is there anything you can give me to help me for this journey? I don’t know what I’ll need, but I need all the help I can get if I’m going up against Xavier Black and his pack.” Cora pats my shoulder before walking to the stairs that lead to her office. When we get in there she immediately starts getting to work on different potions and then tells me, “I was going to wait to give you this, but now seems as good a time as any.” She sets down a black wand with white swirls throughout it. I look at her with wide eyes and she says, “I had to use some of your DNA to make it perfectly personalized to you. Because of this it should make it easier for you to cast spells. Magic is not somethi

The senses heightened dramatically; smells became richer, sounds more distinct, and the sight more acute in the dark. Vladimir's transformation was particularly striking. His wolf form was massive, with a deep black coat that shimmered under the moonlight. His eyes, a piercing dark red, retained their intense focus, reflecting his role as the leader. Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him.

The torch cases looked like iron circles, each one so rusty and some of them with cobwebs. The witches stood in a circle in the center of the cave while the others stepped aside. An open coffin was placed in the middle of the circle of the witches and the two people who had carried the object immediately stepped aside. One of the witches turned his head, looked at Rokan Allegro. The male lead vampire of INDICENT nodded, gesturing for the witches to immediately do what needed to be done. And so, the Soul Liberation ritual began.