Good Voldemort Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "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.

Vladimir was quick enough to grab the jug for me and pour it into a glass, handing it over to me. After taking a long gulp, I stopped choking. “Are you okay?” Alpha Keegan asked, his eyebrows were curled upwards in an expression close to a frown and concern. I nodded at him with a smile and resumed eating. “You choked because of me.” Vladimir said, “you missed my attention.” His voice was husky as he rested a hand on my thigh. His touch made tingles flow up my thighs. He leaned closer to whisper to my ear, “I love how you react to my touch. Your blush makes me feel like making you my Luna already.” Luna? Did he really think I was worthy to be his Luna? It made a rush of excitement flow in me

he commanded, his thumb pressing down hard on my bottom lip, forcing my jaw to drop wider. I obeyed instantly, trembling as the hot, weeping head of his cock brushed against my tongue. I let out a soft, pathetic whine, my eyes fluttering shut as he pushed forward just enough to stretch me, tasting my own flavor mixed with his potent heat. "That's it," Draco praised darkly, his free hand sliding around to grip the back of my neck, anchoring me firmly in place. "Take it. Show me how loyal my little spy really is."

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, and you’re getting your punishment. You see, you thought I wouldn’t know you would bring your little friends, huh? Silly girl. You should have planned better, but then again, this wouldn’t be as entertaining. How much would you bet that when I open this door, a few of those that came with you will have their severed heads flying everywhere?” I looked at him terrified. What the fuck is he talking about? How— how did he know? He couldn’t have known! And— and even if he did, they wouldn’t win! They couldn’t! The White Howlers and Blazing Wolves were stronger! They were… weren’t they? I started to spiral into my own uncertainty while Viktor just stood there looking

I knew I was going to break my fucking rules if it's anything involving her. And what did he say? Soren is going to marry Jared, a man who is just the same age as Soren's father. I knew she was going to be my weakness but I didn't know she was going to affect me this way. Soren got under my skin and no matter how many times I bathed, I couldn't seem to wash her scent off me. “I know you are here Vladimir. Just come out.” She said and a smile graced my lips. I stepped out behind the tree I was hiding behind and walked towards the space between us. She cleaned her teats perfectly but my eyes didn't miss the way she looked thinner even though she has become even prettier, her chocolate brown ey

His eyes snapped to me the second I entered. “Selene,” he said, both relieved and nervous. “God, you actually came.” I smirked. “Of course. Better here than stuck with… you-know-who.” I leaned in, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Your favorite customer.” Victor blanched like I’d just said Voldemort. “Don’t say his name,” he muttered, his eyes flicking around like Raphael might materialize from the shadows. “You saw what happened last time. I’ve still got blood stained rags in the storage room from that psycho he took down.”

Thankfully, carpet muffled the sound. And yes, I met Bruce almighty too. I strongly doubt they have anything between them. Bruce actually worships the ground Viktor Anderson walks on. He, too, is from the army, and they were friends there. Their relationship is like of god and his devotee. Like if Viktor Anderson is Voldemort, then Bruce is Bellatrix. You know what I am saying… "Please Leave Ms Davis." I heard Mr. Snobbish say. Huh. Finally! I took my stuff, placed them on my desk and went out for lunch.

Vanora still did not feel confident but she did feel less pressured by the time. Vlad raised his arms between the both of them so that they could both admire the hellfire. "Besides, I feel kind of reluctant to be apart from it. It's something you created after all. It's like having a part of you stuck to me. I like that. Also, do you know? It would even reflect your character. Look at it. Still burning. Bright and strong. Persistent and persevering." He shifted his gaze to look directly at Vanora. "What a beauty." Vanora felt uncomfortable heat rising up her face so she broke the eye contact and stared at the ground to rub her nose with the back of her index finger. /The second male lead of

She thinks I'm a good person? She's the only person I know who has told me I'm a good person. People call me Draco in the underworld, and most people associate it with the devil, dragon, demon, etc. But my fiery kitten thinks I'm a good person. Would she have the same view about me if she knew and saw what I was capable of? I know I'm not a psychopath who just kills people without thinking, but I've taken down some people because the world would be a better place without them, so I guess I did something good.

Potter, who called him Voldemort. The group heard as Voldemort offered the boy his parents back if he joined him. Mr. Potter called his lie and Voldemort ordered Quirrell to catch the boy and take the stone that was in his pocket. Quirrell then jumped to catch the boy and managed to catch him by his wrist. Pain was obvious in the boy's face and in his yelling voice. Quirrell then let him go and started to yell painfully himself while looking at his hand. It was covered in painful burn bubbles that appeared more and more as time passed. Voldemort ordered Quirrell to catch him again, and he jumped at Mr. Potter, this time, trying to strangle him over the floor. The kid started to yell in pain