I Am Voldemort Novels & Stories

The virtual classes weren't working no matter how hard i tried and i was depressed. I was perhaps just unproductive and moppy and sad and overwhelmed. I couldn't even bring myself to play games and having Alejandro around, just seemed sort of late, no matter how hard he tried. And God, he did. I budged, fluttering my eyelashes out of deep thoughts as i looked to my phone. The screen lit as Wu called back. I scrambled the phone, closer before sliding to answer and with a frail voice— —i answered, "Hello" * WU

I asked. “No, Shannon.” He closed the distance between us, eyes hollow. “I see the misery I have wrought in her. All the pain my work has born.” He tucked a tendril of hair behind his ear. It rustled faintly, like the serpent crown of before. He watched me shiver. He reached out his hand, ran his fingers through my hair. I was too jarred to pull away. “I see myself in you.” “No! You are not the Voldemort to my Harry Potter!”

Her face was replaced by my family and then I thought of Alexis. I willed myself not to be mad at her, hard as it was, but I didn’t succeed. I would’ve done things differently if I’d known about Hunter. I would’ve gone to look for her after I left Mintia with Riley, I would’ve been a father to him but she never gave me that choice. “Vampires of my coven, I bring before you the man I promised. The man solely responsible for destroying our future and today you’ll witness his torture and demise!”

Dominic said, now looking at the window. I blinked, now concerned about who this guy was. “Does he have a name?” “Yes, but it is like Voldemort to Harry Potter as it is to us. We do not take his name.” he said, and even though he gave the Harry Potter reference which meant did read or watch some of it, I understood that he was not joking. This guy must be dangerous. “Please tell me you are not going to sell your life,” I said, concern washing over me for him.

He straightens and smooths the front of his coat, like resetting himself. “You’re in my territory,” he says. “I am Kaelor Voss.” The name lands harder than it should. My breath catches before I can stop it. Just a hitch, barely there, but I feel it. My chest tightens, then loosens again like it made a decision without asking me.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

My heart beats faster when I asked him the inevitable. "I will explain to you, my king. But she can not be informed or else my vision would be altered by the consequences." I nodded to his demand and let him explain the event that was about to unfold, I was tensed when Maven started talking about it. I was in disbelief that it could actually happen to me, but Maven was the best sorcerer in the kingdom. His visions had been proved several times already when I was king and we were facing our doom, he had saved us numerous times.

Hatred pulsed heavily inside my chest as I remembered the way he stood outside the cathedral while my world burned around me. The memory ignited something vicious inside me all over again... I wanted him to suffer, I wanted all of them to suffer... even if it destroyed me too. Slowly, I stepped closer toward the monitor displaying Draco’s face. My reflection appeared faintly against the screen beside his image... a broken bride covered in blood standing beside a king raised in violence. The contrast felt almost laughable then quietly, I asked the question already haunting me. “How do I make a monster fall in love with me?”

His red eyes were glowing and I knew I was in trouble. “I do love you Draco, but you can’t expect me to turn evil for you!” I replied. “Evil? Is that all you think of me?” he growled out. “You’re the Dark Lord! It doesn’t matter what the hell I think about you!” I said before going back to the bedroom.

Death spoke, her deep voice echoed. “Why do you look like me?” Layla asked. “No, dear. It is you who looks like me.” She spoke again. “Life and death go hand and hand, we were cut form the same cloth, Lobokuéra sy. I was just cut from the bottom where you were cut from the top. But I had been here long before you, or longer than this version of you. The name aducător de moarte, my name, was the first spoken and it will be the last.” aducător de moarte spoke.