Voldemorts Wand Novels & Stories

I was holding my wand in m other hand pointing at him. I saw my hand trembling but fighting it from falling. I could see that I am having a hard time and my nose started bleeding. The light and the mist continued flowing out from my palm until it stopped. I fell on the ground when it stopped while the mists went inside his chest. After that, he slowly fell back on his bed in the body of a ten-year-old boy. I saw my wand roll down from my hands and started changing color. I watched its beauty fade and turned into a normal stick.

The head of the Court jolted out of his pitiful thought on hearing a whimper of the youngest member. " Your highness...your wand..your cloak.. it's it's.." he stuttered while pointing at the eldest." Their eyes bulded and jaw dropped on seeing the sudden change if colour of his cloak, and wand. " It is finish, even the the cloak of his highness changed color,his spell wand dried up, he has lost it all what more of us"

The moment he saw her he wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right there on the postage stamp lawn. Fuck! He should have his head examined. He had lost it last night for sure. It's deprivation, asshole. That's all it is. You've been without for too long. That much was certainly true. He was most definitely ready for something. But Jamie Dalton was way beyond what he'd hoped for. Seeing her sitting in that chair last night he was unable to hold himself back. When she started to waken he'd used his wolf powers to hypnotize her, a talent he'd learned from his mother. He just hadn't been able to help himself.

Its color changed again and because dark indigo. "The power of metal, from both the earth and the sky," The Queen mumbled on, "grants the creature the mark of the past and the future." The color changed again. With magic items and powers boiling up in midair, there was finally the shape of a wand -- A wand that took the form of wood, but with metal grain in dark indigo carved all over its body. The wand was now a whole with no seam or parts indicating anything out of balance; and the bottom of it shone a bit watery blue light, like the deep dark ocean, while the tip a shred of ice, showing its sharp edge.

“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.”

“Becca, just try to do this. Phil is not the deserving king.” She closed her eyes and sighed. “No promises, but I will try. For that, I need to know where the potion is. It’s not in my blood because my blood contains poison for the vampires. A vampire tried to suck my blood for the lust of power, but he ended up vanishing into the thin air.” Lucas raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Nessa was right when she said that since you have the potion, you are definitely bestowed with the power of protecting it. It is a sign that the potion is with you. You are carrying it.”

"But not entirely." He paused. "There's dragon blood in you, girl. Just enough to make you mine." My knees weakened, but I didn’t fall. I couldn’t. Something inside me, some echo of heat, of ancient instinct, refused to cower. Vaelith smirked. “Still fighting it.” “I won’t beg,” I said. “Not for you.” “Not yet.” He reached into the chest beside the bed and pulled out a device made of gleaming black metal. It looked like a wand but it pulsed, alive with a low red glow. He turned a rune, and the wand began to hum with dark energy.

He laughed and began waving his wand in his hand, casting a spell that I had no doubt was destructive enough to kill the boys. I fidgeted on my legs, torn between my desire to run to them and knowing that I couldn't help them. If the dark wizard was casting a spell that was strong enough to kill the wolves, I wouldn't stand a chance if I got in his path. I would be gone in an instant.

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.