He Who Must Not Be Named Voldemort Novels & Stories

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.

“You know who I’m talking about even though I can’t say his name,” I laughed, already knowing who she was talking about. “Like Voldemort in Harry Porter,” “Like Voldemort,” She responded. I left the reception after having a good laugh at the new nickname Rose had formed for Lucas and I can’t help but wonder if he was still like that. Dark, evil, and manipulative just like high school. I gathered some of the files that bitchy Charlotte had left on my desk and placed them on the low-rise shelf that was in the corner of the office room, leaving one on the table to go through.

I would never do that. My parents are the least of the people I would want to ask for help for anything. “That is why I said you are an asshole. You see the reason. She is right! We need help. It's not like you can kill Draco by yourself” that was the first time Cupid was saying that name. The name that was feared most in this part of our world. It holds as much venom as than the black mamba. “What did you just say?” I asked Cupid. He was about to say something but the voice of my mate beat him to it

She had striking, brilliant golden hair, and eyes that were a piercing, unmistakable mix of green and blue. Beside her stood a man named Rain, his face etched with grim determination as he fought off Draco's guards. The vision shifted rapidly, flooding my mind with ancient prophecies. This girl... her name was Elle. She was the destined downfall of the Witches of the Woods, a force that would tear my beloved coven apart—but she was also the ultimate weapon, the only soul powerful enough to finally kill my mother, Isolde.

I was becoming desperate and the smile on Viktors smile showed that he suspected that I missed the dark lord. "Working." His answer was too short and I frowned. "Why all this secrecy? What's going on with Matteo? I haven't seen him all day, and I don't feel good about this." Viktor's expression remained stoic, but I could sense the tension in his voice as he replied, "I wish I could tell you, but the dark lord's orders are to keep you safe, and that's all I can say for now." "I'm worried," I said slowly but Viktor managed to hear me.

If he didn't heal me that way, I would have no reason to doubt that it was Prince Kelvin. “Tyrion can't risk coming to the hospital after being molested by Prince Geralt. He will avoid me the most now to not lose his position in the Pack." I comforted myself and got rid of that thought in me. As I entered the class, I saw just a single soul seated in her seat and busy with her books. She seemed new or maybe because I had yet to concentrate and know my classmates. My footsteps drew her attention, and she averted her gaze towards me. “Hello!!!” she waved her hand at me, causing goosebumps to cover my skin. Didn't she know who I was? Or, was she trying to be cool because of what happened five d

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

I blinked repeatedly, wondering how an academic institution began electing rulers. "His name is Vicious Velmor, his father built this school." Her next words threw me off immediately. Something inside me paused. "What did you say?" "Vicious." She repeated and my heartbeat accelerated. No, I immediately shook the thought away. Vicious wasn't an uncommon name. Well... Actually, it was a strange name. But surely, it couldn't be him. I mean he wouldn't be here right? Or would he? Absolutely not, he was too powerful yes, but he was also experienced with them, he's far too skilled with his powers to be here.

He chuckles, as he wraps the towel around me. “Yes, she is, and her name is Coventina,” I say, beaming at him. “Coventina? Really? Do you know the origin of that name?” He asks, a look of nervousness on his face. “Um, no?” “Coventina is the Goddess of water.” My jaw drops. That’s just a coincidence, right? Like I know Auntie Morrigan’s adoptive name was not a coincidence, she really is the Goddess of War reincarnated.

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”