Hermione Voldemort Novels & Stories

I went to my room and dumped myself on my bed. There was this soft breeze tickling my skin when I opened my eyes. My animal was looking down at me. She looked quite enthusiastic as she stared… and so was the lady next to her. She was here. The person we were trying to get to all this time. She was standing right next to my wolf. “Who are you.” I asked her. She looked so familiar. Like I have seen her somewhere. Her features, her dark hair, the curls… “Hermione. You are finally awake.” She smiled and I felt my insides twist. That was creepy. This was what I was excited to see?

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

The fight had been a great fight leaving Derek and Damon with few of their men on their side while the other team had Klaus and a fewer army and a young girl who shortly emerged from the woods. Emma. "That fucking witch tricked us." Damon snarled, gritting his teeths in anger while staring at the traitor's face who had a smile on her lips. "Are you working for him? Derek asked the traitor, pointing at klaus. "Oh no, I don't work for him Derek, i work for someone greater than him, I work for the god of darkness, Lord Voldemort." She stipulated, putting more emphasise on the word "Lord Voldemort".

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Hunter’s right there beside her, smug as hell, and I intend to crush his throat. One good hit and I'll put this snake-ass motherfucker down and end him right fucking now. But the crowd is getting thicker around us and their cameras are flashing lights, capturing everything. I glance at Hermione. Her eyes are red, and her chest keeps jerking up and down like she just ran ten miles. She’s trying to look strong, but I know her. I know the way her chin sets when she’s lying to herself. She’s pretending she’s over me. Pretending I don’t matter.

Her heart yearned for the coveted position. I will ensure she never gets her hands on the position she desires. The pack was in agony over the loss of their leader, consumed by grief and despair. However, they seemed oblivious to the culprit responsible for this heinous act. But I knew the truth - Hermione had committed this unforgivable deed. *** BLAKE POV

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

Her head was lowered, and she looked timid. "My name is Vivian Cunningham, a freshman here," I gave her a broad smile, "what's your name?" She nervously clutched the books against her chest and forced a nerdy smile, "My name is Annika Summers." Annika was pretty. I could see her beautiful emerald eyes behind her thick bangs and black-framed glasses. But she was the shyest person I'd ever met. She wasn't like any of my friends from wealthy families who were always obnoxiously pompous. She was also a freshman in the finance program, just like Nathan and me, so we soon became good friends.

Their blood contains a certain vitamin that possesses a high quantity of vermains that makes them heal quickly. This time, we’re not here to hunt but to avenge the souls of our lost hunters. I heard growls coming from the other side, and we quickly hid. I knew Aiden was here again with his warriors, and I have to give certain orders to my men before we strike. Before I could speak, I perceived a particular familiar scent, and to justify my curiosity, I set cheek and saw Hermia. What is she doing here and how on earth did she follow me without me noticing?