Voldemorts Wand Novels & Stories

"I found a wand in the fairyland! It is buried under the ground! It is the exact design and wood!" "Does it have a tip?" "Yes! Yes!" "Vorno, tie down his whole family! This goblin is going to get the wand of Olga!" "What? No! No!" "You bring me the wand!" she shouted to the goblin. The little imps carried the goblin and threw him outside the tamarind tree. "Vorno?" "Yes, my mistress?" She whispered her wants to his ear. Her eyes were staring at Ram's muscled body. From the wide shoulders to the slim hips and the long legs...

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!”

Jordan took the thing from Manguls's hand and walked towards me and asked-" Look at this, is this from your land?" I frowned and looked at the thing he was showing me. My eyes widen to see the wand in his hand. I witch's wand!!! I took it from his hand and looked at it carefully, and then the realization hit me, it was my family wand!! The denoted initials can be seen. I took out my wand to confirm if what I am seeing is true or not. And it was true!! The initial marks of Lenin's are denoted there as same as mine. I was too shocked. I looked at him in confusion and asked in a shaken voice-" Wh-Where did you find this?"

Impossible,she can't be the shield"Marcus said. "I am the shield and you can't see me because I'm invisible for now," Ava replied"Come with us now to the northern empire," "Surprising,"Lord jack said."We have to hurry,Jadis has Mary and I'm scared of what she might do to her." "See this dark lord," Jadis said holding up a bottle for Aiden to see with Vandora behind her. "Holy water," Vador scoffed.Holy water is a water that can be used to make vampire weak and vulnerable,after pouring holy water on a vampire you can kill them with a sword or stake easily. Holy water also affects dark witches too which is why Jadis is all covered up.

A proctor in pristine white robes stood on the platform, his expression stern. When they saw the wand in my hand, the crowd stared. "Gods, does she really think she can pass the trial with that thing?" "It's always the ugly ones who try the hardest. As if a fancy prop could hide what she is. Trash is still trash." "Is she trying to upstage our Isabella?" "Hah! Well, she succeeded. As a clown." "Please. Isabella's wand is laurel wood with a pure mana crystal. Lord Adrian chose it for her himself. And this girl shows up with a toy? She's not even in the same league."

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.

“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.”

Her voice as she handed him the chain: “If they ever find it—if the mirror ever reflects blue—you must go to them. You must help them remember.” He tucks the pendant away. “Riddles and reflections,” he says to the silence. “You always did love your symbols, my Queen.” The pool flashes again behind him. A second image stirs, half-formed. Another face. Pale. Similar. But it’s not Eva. Not quite. The smile is wrong. The Wizard turns back. His hand trembles slightly as he reaches for the staff resting beside the pool. It’s taller than he is, carved from elderwood and silver-veined crystal, humming with the low thrum of old enchantments.

However, I was rooted to the spot out of intense fear as the vicious figure advanced towards me at a towering height. The witch drew out a wand from inside her cloak: a nearly eight-inch long black coloured crooked stick, assumingly made out of wood with a pointed edge. It was the most powerful and enchanting object used by wizards and other magical beings in the world and, into the wrong hands, was a weapon of mass destruction. I had been enlightened about this marvellously magical object by my nurse during her bedtime stories. Ironically, I was petrified at finally viewing this object in reality while I was so awestruck to hear it about all those years ago.

I quickly grab some casual clothes from our walk-in closets and stuff them in our bags. I closed Edgar’s bag. There is only one more thing to place in my bag, a thing I would never travel without. My wand, Dora. She is an old wooden wand made of oak. Oak from my family tree. “It’s nearly time to avenge them,” I said, stroking her before I carefully placed her in my bag.