Harry Potter Tom Riddle Diary Novels & Stories

They sat like that for a while, shoulders touching, diary open between them. Raven reached for the black tome she’d left on the nightstand the night before. She had been studying the final sections late into the previous evening—the most dangerous rites, the ones that bound not just flesh but will, not just bodies but souls. Pages filled with warnings written in silver ink that seemed to pulse faintly when she stared too long. Victoria watched her turn the pages, expression thoughtful. After a moment she took the diary again and wrote: *We have a vast library here.*

Tobi asked staring at me seriously. "That is a problem, brother," I replied him as I walked out of the room and the others followed me. I searched for a moment and later found the hidden door, the door that led to the Lugard family archives. I opened my hand and opened the door with a key that Badmus had earlier squeezed into my hand. Then I ran straight to the cage that Harold Lugard was supposed to be in. "It is empty, brother," I declared to Tobi. "Who is this Harold person supposed to be?" Sheyi asked confusingly.

Every instinct screamed that there was something vital within—something that could hold the key to unraveling the mysteries that surrounded us. Otis, my wolf, stirred restlessly within me. He sensed it, too, an electric tension that hinted at imminent danger. I almost heard him whispering, urging me to delve deeper and uncover the truth within those pages. I flipped through the diary, skimming the names, dates, and descriptions that felt oddly familiar yet inscrutable. It was as if they were calling out to me, beckoning me closer to the clandestine web of deceit. "I can't make heads or tails of what they say," I groaned dramatically, throwing my hands up in defeat.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

I had to update my diary today. Because what I have to share is not something I could keep for too long. This is a secret. Diary, I knew for sure that my parents were still very sexually active with each other and I always had a very strong feeling that they were sexually actively with other couples or singles as well. I know my dad was cheating and mum was also cheating too. I know this story will take the rest of the pages I have left, but I'll get a new diary next week when I get my monthly allowance.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

Saturday, 1st March 2014 6: 00PM. Dear Jennifer, Today was the day I felt like I was just entering a new world of things. When I opened Tiger’s notebook in the morning after having breakfast, I came across an order of writing I have never seen in my life. The title and subtitles of each page were written in meaningful English words, but the content consisted of a crazy jostle of the English alphabet and figures and another foreign alphabet I could not quite apprehend.

Darius' POV I saw Elara in the radiance of my tomb as she wandered too close to the border of the village. Young, unlined, big-eyed with curiosity. I needed new blood for my ceremony, and she would be perfect . I stepped out into the moonlight; my white face was visible to her. "Come with me," I told her, voice gentle. She dawdled, then followed her, attracted by some thing she couldn't quite determine. Inside, the tomb was damp and cold, stone walls ablaze with torches.

Even in memory, the darkness of that room pressed close, heavy with the weight of secrets left unspoken. Evelyn arrives shortly afterward at the council’s request. As they search the study together, they discover a hidden compartment concealed behind a shelf of local census records. Inside rests a single object. A diary. The diary’s leather cover is cracked and dark with age. Its pages have yellowed to the color of old parchment. Silver markings run along the spine, nearly rubbed away by years of handling. When Evelyn touches it, a shiver runs through her fingers, cold and certain. Magic.

"My disciple took everything from her Master. Your charm is irresistible to such naïve boys." "Old man, if you don't stop, I will throw you outside with them." Ivor paled and shut his mouth while turning to leave the room. "Wait, I want you to see something." Lucinda stopped him and took out a diary from her space-ring. It was Uriah's diary, the one describing the Body-inscription spell. "I applied the theories behind the Elemental forging method on this spell. Can I have your opinion about it?" Ivor's interest was immediately piqued.