Good Voldemort Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Pelenore smiled and finally relented, "Okay, fine. I had reached out to Voldemort before our arrival, and Voldemort had agreed to help. However, there was a catch – a little pound of flesh, leading to your arrest and beating." Both Pelenore and Voldemort laughed at the revelation, finding amusement in the situation. Aeron, however, didn't share their mirth. He glared at Pelenore and remarked, "It's good to see you think this is so funny." Pelenore, unfazed, retorted, "Oh, lighten up, boy. You deserve much worse, don't you think?" Aeron sighed in resignation, acknowledging the truth in Pelenore's words. "I guess so." Turning to Voldemort, he expressed gratitude for the unexpected help but que

Victor and jasmine walk with each other to the class That day seem to be the most happiest day to Victor New can travel fast on radio and television but it faster in schools in my view I can heard it at every angle that me the goblin is dating the most handsome guy in the entire school which is VICTOR we closed and we walk with eachother to the gate Wave to eachother and Zooooooom dad drives away I get home and do my domestic work I start thinking about it Victor want me around him He always get happy whenever i speak when he spend time with me Am the most ugliest student he on the other hand is the most handsome not even only that but the most brilliant guy gentle and calm every girl dream

Violet “Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out. “Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.” “Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.

Well, he's good at everything he does if my memory serves me right. Although his beta father died early, with his contributions, everyone believed that he was the only man worthy of my hand. They said we were perfect for each other. I couldn't disagree more. I had never pictured myself marrying Benedict Allen. I could stomach Tyler, his geek cousin who couldn't even throw a punch, but not him. Even though he hadn't done anything yet, I felt that he had something I didn't want for a husband. He's too dark. Brooding. Too manly. Looks too powerful. Just like this man named Lucius Voss.

"No, you're not, I mean you are a good sorcerer and good at what you do. As a wolf that almost lost his powers, it's sort of difficult for me. I haven't been able to wolf out fully ever since the potion," I said in a low mass tone and Vladimir seemed to have noticed my shift in mood as he moved closer to me as I was seated on my bed.

So long that dust had thickly coated it but somehow, it still seemed to be boiling. Picking it up, I approached the doctor and asked him about it. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion that it was indeed strange. "Where did you find that? I thought I had disposed of it. That is an extract of Voldemort root. It is a poison that kills a human within an hour so, I would advise that you return it. I wouldn't want to be the reason why your master loses a maid." I smiled faintly as I returned to the stall. By the time I returned, the doctor had finished packing and handed the basket to me.

Zion may be considered to big for some people to find attractive, but it was his size that made him look intimidating to werewolves, to me, the more intimidating the person is, the more attractive, because they could protect us and they are obviously more stronger. How ever, I didn't care if you were bigger or larger than me, because I can protect myself. Zion was a good looking and handsome guy, no one could deny that fact. He was considered as the Prince Charming of the while pack, every girl wanted to be with him and most guys were willing to turn gay just to be with him. It felt comfortable to be in Zion's arms, it made me fell like a baby and I loved it. I snuggled closer to his hard ch

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

“Calling them from my phone? Do you really think they are so naïve that they wouldn’t recognize that it isn’t my voice?” “Who said I’ll be the one to call them?” I let out a chuckle. “You will bring them here. For me.” He shakes his head. “No way.” I shrug. “Well, I have my own ways.” I take a few steps back and turn around. “Take him to our car, we are riding him to the torture chamber. Many people have experienced slow deaths there.” As I reach the door and hold the knob, I hear Kylo scream. “No, wait!”