Voldemorts Wand Novels & Stories

Welcoming party? He pulled a white stick from his dress and I realised it was his wand. He rotated it with a chant and the place darkened. I used my wolf vision and found him moving his wand in darkness. The sound of buzz followed by fireflies started coming into the room out of nowhere and it started assembling into words. I gasped when the formation completed and the result was totally unexpected– Happy birthday, Cupcake!

It seemed that he was the leader of the Midnight Forest's border guards. The brown-haired and slightly slender Centarus nodded and moved through the magic shield. Meanwhile, the white tigers surrounding them did not let down their guard. "How did you get here?" asked the black-haired centaur. Edmund brandished the wooden stick in his hand. “I got a stick made from the branches of a tree that grows in this Midnight Forest from Keefe. This wand shows the way here," said Edmund with a calm smile. There was the sound of horse hooves galloping at high speed. Kyron and the brown-furred centaur appeared through the magic shield. Kyron looked relieved when he saw Edmund coming with the elves.

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.

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.

“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?”

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

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.

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!

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.

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.