Why Did Voldemort Break Lucius Wand Novels & Stories

Lucian looked confused about why he needed to harm Xylia. “Lucian, you have to hurt her. I told you to do it.” Vica told him, looking like she was going to blow up. Lucian looked at Vica, then at Xylia. He groaned, then doubled over in pain. The spell was trying to make him do what Vica told him to do, but the bond he had to Xylia was keeping him from hurting her in that manner. Lucian screamed as he fell to the floor, fighting the pain.

I screamed, the sound ripping from my throat with more power than I thought I had. But just then, one of the wizards chuckled softly. “Relax child, we're not going to hurt you.” Selene's brows furrowed as she looked at the wizard. He was fully cloaked, even his face was covered. They were working with Lucian to capture. So how were they not going to hurt her? The wizard who had spoken last, stepped forward, stretching out his hand for me. I looked at him suspiciously but didn't accept his hand. “Get up” The man said, “unless you want Lucian to kill your mate, then come here to get you”

It was empty there, with only endless cold wind pouring in. Yes. Broken. It broke long ago. He had been deceiving himself, thinking that finding me would repair the bond. But now, looking at my cold eyes, he realized that once some things are shattered, they can never be put back together. Just then. A strong hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me up from in front of Lucas and holding me tightly in his arms. Lucifer looked down at Lucas, who was limp on the ground, a cruel smile on his lips. It was a declaration of sovereignty and a final verdict:

Erebus let out a low laugh, but then frowned: "How could she knew you would have that wand though? Had she been suspecting you even before you went there?" "It's possible, but I don't think so." Kitty shook her head, "If she had known that it was me, she wouldn't have counted for a dead wand." "She could kill it if you didn't bring a dead one." Erebus said. "Not really, no." Kitty shook her head, "I only broke it because I attacked the tree of life with it, which was MUCH more powerful than the wand, AND I had Phosis to protect me, I would have died at the break of the wand just because of the huge power let of at its death."

Lucius grappled with his emotions upon seeing Violet in tears after she shattered a cup. He realizes that her distress wasn’t about the broken cup but about Oliver, which disturbed him deeply. He wasn't such a moron as to overlook the underlying source of her anguish. Upon seeing Violet in tears for another man, Lucius felt a wave of anger rush over him. He marched towards her, seized her by the shoulder, and spun her around to face him. "Lucius?" Violet's face streaked with tears. She was startled at his sudden appearance.

But something else is happening, and the fact that there is one face I wish to see that I don't. "Where is Lucien?" The room grows silent as if I have spoken of fucking Voldemort. “Don’t tell me you banned my baby boy?” I feel a sadness growing in my heart. My mate begins to growl. And I already know exactly what he is thinking. “Say the words Louis, and you will sleep in a different cottage until I turn to dust.” I eye him very carefully. He swallows the growls forming in his throat. “ He was supposed to be with you, Lunette. You almost died.” I can see everyone in this room blames Lucien for what happened to me. It’s time to bury this bullshit.

I added with a small smile and he nodded his head. "Why did you collapse at the office?" I asked Lycus as he sat back down on the bed. "It's nothing." He frowned. "It's something." The healer chimed in. "It is none of her business." "Okay your highness." The healer bowed before him and then turned to me, "Your mate has been bewitched to hate you but the potion worked stronger cause he already had hate for your kind and the only way to break the spell is if he becomes closer to you or else he becomes really weak due to the spell." The healer let out in one breath and Lycus growled angrily while I tried to process what the healer had just said.

“I went through a lot of trouble to track down Bennet, the black wizard, just to get this potion. If Rose drinks it, she’ll fall in love with me instantly. Jack will finally be yours, just like you’ve always wanted. Are you really going to throw away such an opportunity?” Lucy’s eyes widened slightly, her gaze darting back to the vial. I could see the conflict warring within her. “I’ve heard rumors about black wizards from the Maroon Hill Pack,” she admitted, chewing her lip. “People say their magic is… unnatural. But even if it works, it’s not right. Rose is my friend. I can’t betray her like this.” She dropped her gaze, her expression filled with hesitation. I nearly laughed at the irony.

someone shouted. I went in, and my hands were all hot. "Lucius, pull back!" He hesitated. "Now!" He did so and withdrew just as the earth beneath him sank. Roots jumped upwards, breaking and twisting, and caught three foes in their grip. Their screams filled the air. Lucius stared at the spell. "You didn't use to--" "Don't," I said sharply. "Focus." He closed his mouth. The struggle was long, fierce and swift. And each time I cast, he adjusted. Whenever he moved, I blanketed him unconsciously. Lucius was first there when one of the witches fell. My magic closed when a warrior screamed, and the wound was closed.

The careful, focused attention of a strategist who has encountered something he doesn't yet have a framework for. The dark presence behind her ribs shifted. She breathed around it. She excused herself before the feast ended. She made it to the Luna's chambers. She made it through the doorway and across the sitting room and nearly to the vanity before her body started to go wrong. The burning started in her hands. It spread upward, into her chest, where the wolf fragment was doing something she didn't have words for—not resting now, but reorganizing. Pressing outward against the inside of her skin the way something presses against a wall it is about to break through.