Novel & Cerita He Who Must Not Be Named Voldemort

His fists were now releasing flames that were ready to be fired at any time. "Well, exactly my point. You're looking at him now," answered Albus. "What do you mean? Am I looking at what?" asked Vulcan, confused. "You are looking at the living dragon in front of you," replied Albus with an arrogant smile. "Huh? Are you crazy?" snorted Vulcan with rage. "I'm very sane. I will introduce myself once again. My name is Albus White, The White Dragon,” said Albus as he spread his beautiful and elegant white wings on his back. In an instant, snowflakes flew in the room as Albus spread his wings.

Darren said, cutting me off. "What?" "I don't like Nutella." "Are you serious?" I asked, eyeing him incredulously. "No, I'm Darren. And I don't like Sirius Black, the dude's creepy." I just gave him a blank stare. "Who is Sirius Black?" I asked, scrunching my brows up in confusion. "Who would have that sort of a name?" "He's in Harry Potter," He said, shaking his head at me. "You wouldn't know." "Oh," I said. I only watched the first movie of the series and I didn't like it. So I didn't watch it's subsequent parts.

Her hair was lank and lusterless, falling around her like strings of rotting straw. A cauldron bubbled slowly in the corner, leaving off the most infernal and rancid vapors. Bits of frogs’ legs, bat wings and eyes of newt were scattered around the floor of the cave. Her lupine eyes, savage and cunning, only came to life when she muttered certain arcane words from a spell. They perched above her hawkish and hooked nose. From it sprang the most preposterous wart. It was at least the size of a saucer. It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque.

The man watched to his horror as the speedster doubled over to the ground and his body began to vaporise, literally, before his eyes. From one dark corner of the room, a tall figure stepped out and the man could make out that it was feminine, even though its face was concealed in some kind of dark mask and not even the eyes could be seen. The stranger walked up towards the 'evaporating' speedster who was groaning uncontrollably the entire time as his body wasted away. She stopped next to him, her heeled shoes making her tower above him before kneeling and stretching out a hand towards his head.

Violet POV. "He doesn't love me, he doesn't know me," I inform the voice, but we seem to not agree on that point. "He loved you from the moment you were administered to the facility," he says, who does he think he is. "Who are you?" I ask frustrated with the voice. "I'm Hayden, I'm the AI in charge of the whole building," the voice answer me, I remember we were introduced to each other before, when I was still in my little space, I remember things from then, but they are hazy.

“Surrender and die. And I won't dishonour your women.” The video ended along with that torture. And the next thing everyone heard was the sound of glass shattering as Vladimir turned the desk upside down with a deep angry growl. He huffed like an angry wounded lion. Boris and Isaac remained silent as Vladimir stood there shaking with rage. They knew He was going to repeat the history again He created once five years ago. Pure Disaster. He knew He didn't have time to waste. He was going to hunt his enemies and end him brutally no matter how He would find them.

“Okay. I understand. But please Marley. Be careful. They know you’re out there.” “Who?” “The other Coven Leaders. You thought Korin was bad. If someone like Othello got you— Absinthe would not be able to do a damned thing about it.” Who the hell was Othello? I didn’t know a thing about the name, or who he was, or his importance. “Who’s Othello?” “Othello is the Lord of the Vampires.” “Absinthe is a Lord too.” I’d met Korin… he was a Lord, and other than being a creep, he wasn’t that ba—

Grace spoke sardonically, making Keisha throw her a curious look. "I'm sorry, are we talking about the guy whom everyone loves to whisper about around here, but never mention his name? What is he, Voldemort?” Grace avoided her eye and proceeded to walk into the room. "No one is afraid to mention him. We just have no reason to because his business isn't ours to mind. Just as Mrs Patterson has already advised." "Whatever," Keisha said with a shake of her head. "I don't need to know about some family secrets that won't ever pay my bills. I just need to be done with this as fast as I can."

No man had ever seen my bare body, not even Miguel. “Now, turn around,” he instructed, and we obeyed. The room was deathly silent, save for the sound of his footsteps as he approached us. “One, two, three, four….” He counted until he reached the final number 15. “Many call me the devil in a human’s flesh, others call me Voldemort. However, I'm just a simple man, and if you follow my instructions, you will be in my good books. Otherwise, you wouldn’t wanna live to see what comes next. From today, you answer to me, you belong to me, you report to me, and take instructions from me, until you get new masters.”

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!