Voldemorts Wand Novels & Stories

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

He opened the cell and let him in. W-24 was used to letting him in since he was the master’s right hand. He took out the wand from his drawer and walked out. He was only a few steps from his chamber when F bumped into him deliberately causing the wand to fall. *Ah! Now the traitor is stealing wands* R had no time to deal with R. He pulled out a small object from his pocket and placed it on F’s head. F stood still like a statue as if he was stupefied.

As the clash between Oscar and Damian reached its peak, Oscar seized an opportunity to turn the tide in his favor. With a swift motion, he retrieved a gleaming, arcane wand from his side, its magical essence pulsating with power. With a determined glare, he aimed the wand at Damian, channeling his energy into a single spell. A burst of magical energy erupted from the wand, striking Damian with precision. The impact caused Damian to stagger, his movements faltering as the magic worked its way through his body. The disabling spell had taken effect, rendering him temporarily incapacitated and vulnerable.

"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.

Flushing and dripping a mess on the sofa, Isolde stuttered out, "Nothing, my lord." Draco growled, his boots creaking over the wooden floor as he stepped closer to the table brimming with toys made of ivory by the best craftsman in the kingdom. He took one of the other pleasure wands, waving it in the air as he said to Isolde. "You're not sweating for nothing, little bird." He dropped the wand and turned to her, noticing one of the wands already tucked in her pussy.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

She took the girl's hand before walking towards the nearby pond. "It's frozen, " Scarlett said as they reached the little pond. "Oh, don't worry about that, " Niya shook her head. Her hand reached down to the small bag that was on her hips. She took out a small pen type of thing and in a tap, it transformed into a beautiful wand that was double the size of it. The wand was made of wood, black colored, and polished. "Ziloi, " She whispered and pointed her wand at the pond with a little swing.

I looked up resigned to my future. Gan-Gan walked over to the wall that had the weapons on it and the curtain began to rise. “I thought you said I wouldn’t need any of these today?” I said as I followed behind her. She opened a small panel that revealed multiple wands. All with different kinds of crystals. She pulled one of the wands off the wall that was white with a Blue Angelite crystal.

he replied, his eyes all but twinkling. "That's good then. By the way, I got this." I pulled out the wand. "It is supposed to be a cure for corruption but I have no idea how to use it." Xavier wrapped a hand around mine and I felt a cool power seep through my hand and into the wand. "I realized," he began, "that when it comes to things like this, trying a smidge of unnatural powers never goes wrong." The wand lit up with a blood red tint, the light seeming to rise to pierce the sky. It resonated with the crimson moon above and the world was suffused in a crimson tide.