I Am Voldemort Novels & Stories

"No, you're not, I mean you are a good sorcerer and good at what you do. As a wolf that almost lost his powers, it's sort of difficult for me. I haven't been able to wolf out fully ever since the potion," I said in a low mass tone and Vladimir seemed to have noticed my shift in mood as he moved closer to me as I was seated on my bed.

he said to me. “Let’s get this over with,” I said to him. Another man stepped forward that I recognized as Dr. Murphy Charles, he had a syringe in his hand and I knew what was coming. “Baz, I need you to block me off and retreat, the venom that’s coming will hurt you, but it’ll hurt me less, when their twenty-four hours are over, I need you to take me home by any means necessary,” I said to him. “You don’t have to suffer alone halfling,” he said to me.

But I wish it was real love, not a fake show, for his friends. Now hold on!! What did I say? Oh, hell lord, I told the "L" word. I pulled out a bottle of Listerine and cleaned my mouth in the hope to rinse my thought. My stomach roared in hunger again, and even if I didn't want to go down, I had to. So after collecting every single ounce of energy I had, I forced my legs to go downstairs. The hall room and kitchen were a huge mess, alcohol lined up everywhere, cheers of Alex's friends could be heard from poolside. At this time, it did not look like that Alex was a CEO. It was like he was some reckless eighteen-year-old teenage boy, but who am I kidding? He is Voldemort in a harry potter face

DOCTOR YOU OK I THINK I WILL BE WHAT HAPPENED I THINK THE POOR GIRL WAS CONTROL TO KILL ME DOES THIS KILLING HAVE TO BE SEND BY A LITTLE GIRL HE CAN USE WHO EVER HE WANT WHY DON'T HE COME TO MY FACE,I WILL MAKE SURE I KILL HIM KILLING A VAMPIRE IS NOT THAT EASY GOD IT HURT DOCTOR LET ME HELP YOU THANKS THE FIRST AID IS INSIDE THAT CLOSEST OK JUST HOLD TILL WGEN I WAS I WAS DONE HE THANK ME WE DON'T HAVE TIME WE HAVE TO STOP IT I KNOW DOCTOR,BUT HOW WE WILL THINK OF IT BUT WE HAVE TO BE PREPARE BECAUSE HE CAN USE ANYONE BUT WHY CAN'T HIM COME HIMSELF,THAN SENDING A LITTLE GIRL HE CAN'T BECAUSE HE KNOW AM PROTECTING MYSELF WITH A HOLY SUBSTANCE THAT WHY,I SEE ANY WAY PLEASE DOCTOR BE CAREFUL I

Then it hit me that I could just message him on I***a and opted for it, asking my subconscious to remind me to pay Ruby a visit later. How could one person experience a hundred percent of frustrations In one day? I thought about chewing on my pinky finger. I typed in James on the search bar and grinned widely when the search results popped out. Being popular and influential had its benefits, I thought. His name was the first on the search results very simple name, which was, James of Gryffindor. I grinned at his choice of username. Arching my brows at the realization that he was a verified I* user, I sighed.

"He looks like a snake, ready to bite on your back. Do you know who he reminds me off?" "Who?" "Nagini from Harry Potter. If his nose wasn't that straight, he'd might as well fit voldemort better." "You like Harry Potter?" "Yes! I LOVE Harry Potter." I almost jumped in my spot, drawing out a chuckle from him. "Which of the series is your favorite?" "The first one! I love their innocent, carefree queries in that." I felt him moving, then his breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered. "Just like you." My eyes closed in sheer anguish. Only if he knew how innocent I really was.

Violet “Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out. “Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.” “Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.

She felt a sharp pain in her rib cage as she tried to pull herself up. “Your father must have said alot about me… Oh! He didn't? Allow me introduce myself. The greatest wizard, sixth order of the Phoenix, Pablo Martinez, but You Call me Master. Your kind is not worthy of my name”, he bragged. The strong smoke from his pipe coupled with the effect of the impact made her dizzy as he hovered rotationally around her. She regretted not obeying her father, but she also couldn't watch him die cheaply, in the hands of a power-hungry lunatic.

Finding it hilarious that someone in the blood wolf pact didn’t know him. “I'm sorry but no matter how hard I think about it, I really haven't met you before. So why the hell are you doing all this?” “Pfft.. hahahahah. This is ridiculous! If father hears that someone like you exist in the blood wolf pact and don’t recognize me. He'll surely skin you alive” the young man said laughing in tears. “What's so funny about not recognizing you? It only means you're not that famous for me to notice” Venedict refuted with a red face. He was a bit angry being laughed by someone.

Desperate. “Until you.” Mariana swallowed hard. The room tilted. Her name on his lips always carried weight, but this..... this was different. He was unravelling, and she was caught in the threads. She wanted to run. To scream. To remind herself of the reason she was here in the first place. Because once upon a time, Alejandro de la Vega wasn’t just a name whispered with fear and awe. He was a boy in her high school hallways. A boy whose smile lit up entire classrooms, whose careless laugh once made her believe the world could be soft.