Good Voldemort Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was starting to get desperate with our lips devouring each other and our bodies rubbing together, I wanted more. "Damon, more please," I pleaded making him look at me and as if something clicked in his mind, he quickly retreated from me. "Fuck, what have I done?" he whispered while running his hand through his hair in frustration. He gave me one last look and used his vampiristic speed to leave my bedroom. I was left on the bed confused and flustered. What was his problem? Every single time we would get a little intimate he would always pull some shit like that. At least Ryan seemed like the guy who knew what he wanted.

Nothing really is perfect but I love it and them all the same. “You realize,” Vladimyr muttered, glaring out the window as the trees passed by in blur, “..that our enemy this time is a duke who commands devil's knows who, makes artificial soldiers like homunculi, and would love nothing more than to dissect our insides, right? Especially Katie’s. No offense though.” “None taken.” The young vampress didn’t even blink. “He sounds like someone who needs a good dissection himself.” Victor leaned forward. “Oh! We should bring scalpels.”

The sheer size of them, those hands had wrapped around another man’s throat less than twenty minutes ago. “You’re thinking too hard,” he says. “You’re insane.” “And you’re wet for me.” The filthy bluntness of it hits me so hard I suck in a sharp breath, my entire face burns. Leon’s smile deepens slightly when he sees it. “Cute.” “I hate you.” “No, Bunny.” His voice turns softer. “But you’re trying very hard to.”

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

I let out a deep sigh and interlock my fingers. I know vampires do not exist. I am obsessed with vampire romance enough to believe they are real. But from my deep research, Lorcan’s behaviour matches the folklore and hypothetical traits of a vampire. Since day one, he felt different from others; his behaviour, his unbothered eyes and his body language to our classmates screamed that he is superior to us. Well, I am an exception. He didn’t treat me like I was an insect. Though for a few weeks, he completely ignored me like a jerk. I forgave him for that after the heartfelt confession.

The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

Thaleia Xaviera, you can reincarnate into a butterfly, a flower, or anything that the mages or witches might think of cursing ys, but I’ll always find my way back to you. Lady Vienna watched in shock, her tears flowing earnestly again as she let him talk. Is this a dream? She pinched herself to make sure. He then continued, “I’m willing to be the villain for you. I’m willing to gamble my destiny, take any curse, and even repeat any life cycle if it means staying with you for the rest of my life. So Lady Vienna, I will selfishly ask this in this lifetime. Will you be my wife?” Lady Vienna cupped her face, covering her mouth as she stopped herself from shaking in joy, “But I believe I am alrea

“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed again?” A few scattered chuckles. But the room remained otherwise quiet. “Oh, I don’t have a problem,” she said, eyes flashing. “It’s Damon Voss who has one; a big one, too. Taking a shifter girlfriend to prove he wasn’t like the rest of them—to prove vampires and shifters could actually stand as equals.” Her lips curved, her sneer turning into a sickly sweet little smile. “It’s almost admirable.”

"Follow me wolves, we are heading to the woods." Mr Derek said and stormed out of the office followed by Mr Damon and finally the wolves leaving only Emma in the office. "Finally, it's happening." She whispered with a smirk plastered on her lips. . . . SECLUDED AREA. A huge black wolf and a vampire were lying on the floor almost lifeless and a huge beast stood few metres away from them. "Now, I'm going to kill you first." Lord Voldemort thundered in his beastly form as he grabbed hold of Dorian neck and began draining the life outta from him.