Wistorias Wand And Sword Novels & Stories

He lost his grip on the sword,it slid far away from his hold, when he made an effort to approach the sword Xavier bit down on his arm ,he attempted to pull his body out from under my weight. "Get the sword" He ordered while struggling under my weight. From my peripheral I saw a witch who rushed closer to get the sword that looked similar to Gina but they could be distinguished from one another if you look closely. She almost reached the sword but could not touch it. There was an invisible wall between the blade and the woman . Gia's body jerked back as soon as get closer to it.

Effie said downing the glass in one full swing. “And your mother left you a magic shield and a staff?” “The First King’s shield and Sturgis’s wand, the wand of commons” “I thought Sturgis had a staff?” Kane sipped his drink. “Ah, yes and no. He won the staff in a duel. He used a wand made of goblin wrought silver before his famous defeat of the which Shophia” “Why would you need a goblin made wand?” Effie shook her head side to side, “It’s a collection of fairy tales. No one has ever seen it in living memory. Besides the chest said to be locked by the great Wendelin Ambrosius.”

Shiele didn’t realise she could love someone who wasn’t blood related like she did Nathuni. A large gong rattled through the walls pulling both of the girls away from each other bringing them back to the there and now; the next lesson was about to start. Releasing each other Shiele leapt up off the bed grabbing her wand from the small bedside table, her wand was thin and elegant, its colour was ombre of white and brown, the handle was white and began as a plait that slowly loosened until it was more like ivy growing up to the brown tip until it was smooth and round.

“Get the special toy ready for her. I think it’s time to collect our due from all that investment.” The witch’s familiar wasn’t expecting it. Her mistress sometimes did things on a whim, but she wouldn’t change her mind once she decided. London Webb might be a capable human, but she wasn’t an irreplaceable resource. Why was her mistress so generous to a mere human? Sensing her familiar’s hesitation to get the item she requested, Wanda frowned. “Do you think that she’s unworthy of the Crystal Lotus?”

Lists of suppliers which were long out of date also showed up once in a while. “The small dent we’ve made has given us so far twenty-three possible items. Five wands, three staves, nine spears, five sceptres, and one pen. Why would a pen be in the armoury?” Eva mentioned as she glanced at the information, she’d gleaned from what they’d found about the possible items. Damon smiled at her, thankful she’d taken up that task.

From that day forward, until she turned eighteen, she learned all sorts of strange things from Qontessah, which she later realized were some kind of sorcery or witchcraft. She learned to be benevolent by using white magic and cruel by using black magic from her. Qontessah was a master of all trades. She learned to heal and kill, but most importantly, she learned to manipulate the environment to her advantage.

Victoria tried to crawl to the wall they entered from. Coralis got into a fighting position. Something stirred within her. She tried to shoot another laser out of her wand, but it bounced off her hand and fell off the ground, burned out. She was angry and upset. She didn’t want to follow them and saw red when they tried to take her friend instead. She could feel her energy fizzing at her fingertips, and she tried to turn it into a weapon.

It fit snugly in her palm and she smiled at the warmth. “It’s made from the branch of a four-hundred-year-old white oak, soaked in holy water, until the color was bleached out of it. The end, past those markings, is carved from the scapula bone of an angel.” Serenity’s gaze snapped to the end of the wand, as her hand flew open. She turned it, noticing for the first time, the small holes in the end, the webbing of bone. She stared at it, wondering if she should put it back. She didn’t want anything to do with angels… But the more she held it, the more she was convinced, it was hers and hers alone.

“Some days, yeah. Some days, I wish I was just bones in the dirt.” Mira didn’t flinch. “Same.” We sat in silence again, two broken things pretending we weren’t. After a while, I leaned over and grabbed the small wooden stick from the basket nearby. I flicked my claw open and used it to carve her name in the stick. I slid it across the table to her. “Here,” I said. “Every war queen needs a blade or in your case a wand.” She looked at it like it was gold. And when she picked it up, I saw her hold it like she already knew how to fight.

She can literally no longer feel her legs anymore as she holds on tightly against Damon for support. "Kill him," the leader finally speaks with his voice booming loudly and echoing as though he is speaking through a microphone. Without hesitation, five of the wizards storm forward and stretch out their hands as a swirling energy evaporates all over their fingers, creating different ornaments of magical elements that create swords mystically from nowhere in each of their hands. "What the f—" Serena can barely complete her sentence as the first wizard storms over towards them, disappearing from his previous position and materializing suddenly directly in front of Damon and Serena.