Voldemorts Wand Novels & Stories

The witches released their touch on Barbara's body. Adinata saw that the wolvire girl's eyes were no longer gray, but completely white, without the slightest black dot. Her skin was so pale and fair at the same time like someone who had drained of blood. The five-hour journey using the Body Transfer had made quite a difference to the girl. Her nails suddenly turned black and long, her curly hair turned silver white and behind her open lips, her teeth had turned sharp. “She’s changing into a wolvire,” Adinata declared tensely.

"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

I gasped, my body trembling with anticipation. "Good," he said. He picked up one of the instruments from the case. It was a small, silver rod, with a tiny, sharp point on the end. It looked like a pen, but for flesh. "This is called a wand. It's for tracing delicate lines. For making you feel things you've never felt before."

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

I sat on the edge of the massive silk-covered bed, the torn crimson dress on the floor like the remains of a flayed skin. My ribs throbbed with every breath, a grinding reminder of the A-class hunters who had nearly turned my night into a permanent residency in the academy graveyard. My shoulder, where the spiked club had grazed me, was a map of heat and stinging fire, silk fibers embedded in the shallow wound. I reached out, fingers twitching with fatigue that went deeper than muscle. I summoned the Winter Wand from my telepathic mental space. It materialized in a flurry of crystalline frost and silver light, ancient pale wood humming with a cold resonant frequency that vibrated through my

"She keeps them in a chest at the foot of her bed. Locked. Warded." "Can you break the wards?" "Not alone." He looked at me. "But you can." "Me?" "The First Wolf's blood. Wards are old magic. Your blood is older." He pulled a small knife from his belt. "A few drops on the lock. The wards will fall." "And then?" "And then we run." "Where?" "Anywhere. Everywhere." He took my hand. "I told you before. I've been looking for you for ten years. I'm not going to let a few wards stop me from keeping you."

A light breeze ran through the coat of the werewolf, gradually weakening and leaving along the alley. - I'll take the pin with me. - says Alud, approaching Shadof. Sszzul hesitated a little, then handed the wand to the werewolf. - Okay, but please be careful, this is a complex device. The werewolf snorted contemptuously, looked around incredulously. His black fur gleamed as he hopped off towards the lair. Shadof disappeared into the darkness. The vampire, after standing for a while in thought, slowly walked towards the central streets.

“I didn't see what I'm actually wishing to see. I was only shown my mom, who encountered rogues and was saved by a man who held something like a wand. Moreover, he seemed to have said some incantations, seeing how the rogue wolves all fell to their death.” Alana and Denver both took sharp glances at one another, which was confusing to me. “Is there something I'm missing, perhaps ?” “Did you just say you saw a man with a wand who said some incantations and the rogues ended up dead on the floor?” Alana asked. “Yes.” “Then, could it be the great wizard of all time, Lord Badmos?” “I think so. He's the only great Wizard who uses a wand. No one could defeat him, not even the vampires. Though he di

"You guys are powerful, and I won't kill you because we're all from Dasha, but if any of you dares to stop me again, I will go for the kill." Then, he turned away and kept walking toward the mansion. He passed the fountain and looked up, then saw Fawkes and his butler standing there. An old man with white hair was standing in front of them. The old man was wielding a black wand with a black bead on its tip. The old man looked friendly and had a faint smile on his face. He brushed his beard when he saw Wilbur walking toward him, saying, "Amazing. I can't believe you're powerful enough to win against Kiro, Tyga, Sparrow, and Woody. You're quite remarkable."

“Is that yours?” “Yes, I was trying to throw a stronger laser spell to cut off his hands, but it was as if the spell got stuck in the wand and it burned it inside-out.” “It happens. We aren’t witches. For us, a wand acts mainly as a conduit and amplifier for our energy. If we load it with too much energy at once or try to cast a spell too strong for it, it can shortcircuit the wand and burn it. Tomorrow is Sunday, I’m sure Martha can take you to Glasgow so you can get yourself a new wand. You had a beginner one, make sure to buy a more advanced one this time,” said Borin.