What Is The Story Behind Voldemort'S Baby Form?

~read the rewrite ‘Celestial Bodies: of Runts and Lycans’ up on my profile~ Xavier sighed and tried to move in front of me without scaring me into backing away from him. "It's okay little one," he said as came closer to me. I felt so tiny in his presence, especially in wolf form. He knelt down and tried to move closer but I whimpered and backed up more into the tree. He sighed again before trying again and I tired to put all my fears away as he once again reached out his hand. I put my head down, hoping that if I couldn't see him, I wouldn't be scared. As I felt his hand on my back and felt tingles explode, I jumped but then relaxed as I got used to it. I calmed down more as he picked up my small frame and held me close before whispering into my ear, "What has happened to you little one?" *~*~*~* Celeste has always been running. When she was little a group of rouges killed most of her pack and the remaining wolves ran, including her. Over the years they have slowly split off until it is only her and her mother running. When the rouges once again find them her mother spared her own life to keep her beloved runt safe. She ran, but eventually she could no longer run for her tiny body hadn't had the energy. Now she has been found by a new pack, The Paramount pack, and she is surprised when she finds her mate. Because how can she, an innocent little runt, have a mate such as Xavier, one of the strongest alphas in the country?

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

Four years ago, following a betrayal from her half-sister and boyfriend, Diane McKenzie was involved in a ghastly accident that cost the life of her unborn baby. Now, Diane is determined to make a name for herself by working hard and reaching the highest status quo in society so she could get revenge on the people who betrayed her so badly. She gets a job in the popular Redskins Group of Company as a storekeeper and everything seems to be going well until she is locked in the warehouse and finds a little boy of three, who is inexplicably attached to her. The boy with his bright green eyes reminds her so much of what her son would have been if he didn't die at such an unexpected moment. Diane is thrown into a dilemma when her boss —Lucius Blackwood, who turns out to be the little boy's father offers her a proposal she finds impossible to refuse... Secrets are uncovered and identities unfold but Diane is completely oblivious to Lucius' true identity and the boy's abilities…

She was meant to save the heroine, but now she's carrying the tyrant's baby. "Found you." He smirked, tightening his grip on Selene's arm. ~~~ Selene is an avid reader of dark romance and is currently obsessed with a tragic tale where the beautiful Rosalind, daughter of a fallen noble, becomes a servant and falls into the clutches of the ruthless tyrant king, Alaric. When Rosalind becomes pregnant, the king casts her aside for another woman, leaving her to die in heartbreak. Devastated after finishing the book, Selene's emotions overwhelm her-until, in a flash, she's pulled into the very world that shattered her heart. But to her surprise, she's no longer just a reader but Rosalind's loyal servant. She then accepts her destiny and becomes determined to rewrite the story and protect the female lead from the king's cruelty. Yet fate has a twisted sense of humor. As Selene tries to shield Rosalind from King Alaric, the tyrant becomes captivated by Selene's fiery defiance and wit. Instead of Rosalind, it's Selene who catches his eye... and soon, it is she who is carrying the tyrant's child.

I am powerful, the most powerful witch until I give birth to a vampire and a half-witch. An Immortal Baby, the immortality of a baby was dangerous to every race, to vampires, werewolves, witches, and especially humans. Compare to Vampires who are naturally immortals, immortal babies are stronger and had no control over their thirst. How will I protect her against the world? How did I become a mother and a wife of vampires who I consider enemies? Will I fulfill my responsibility as a mother to her who they consider a demon?

On the day of my son's one-month celebration, my notoriously stingy sister-in-law surprised me with a branded baby bottle. But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome. In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms. Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had been confined to the neonatal intensive care unit since birth—was miraculously discharged in perfect health. Losing my son shattered me completely. I spent my days drowning in tears. My husband called me a cursed woman, claimed I brought nothing but disaster, and demanded a divorce. Not only that, but he insisted I leave with nothing. When I refused, he and my sister-in-law joined forces and accidentally beat me to death. It wasn't until after I died that I learned the truth. The woman I had thought was my husband's younger sister wasn't his blood relative at all. She had been adopted by his mother years ago to be raised as his future wife. Together, they had plotted to destroy me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my sister-in-law handed me that baby bottle.