I Am Voldemort Novels & Stories

she said without thinking at the time. “Do you understand what this means?” Irina made comments, her face beaming with excitement. Cyrille’s lips pursed. “Yes,” she exclaimed delightedly. “Now is the time for...” “Vlad hunt/Vlad hunt!” They said happily in perfect harmony. Both ladies squeal with great joy. “Zai, this is the sign we’ve been desperately looking for!” “Indeed! This is our chance to prove to the entire world that Vladimir’s bloodline does not yet end and that it continues to thrive even in the twenty-first century!” Cyrille gasped loudly with gusto.

The way he said sent dirty chills down my spine. "Let's hear it" I frowned "You know Lord V?" Lord Vincenzo? Why wouldn't I know him. "Like I'd forget him. He made sure I wouldn't." I eyed him up and down in anger. "Lord V is Lord Vector Nirvana and I have my proof."

There is no good and evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it. ~Lord Voldemort, The sorcerer's stone •• January, 2009 South Africa Al'amir Belko woke up with a start, wiping a hand over his face as he tried to gain his bearings. Despite the Aircon on full blast, he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his body shaking–from what, he couldn't remember. Each breath of his was released with great difficulty he wondered if he was about to suffer a stroke. But it couldn't be possible, he was at peak health, despite the condition he was still in after the tragic passing of his wife six months ago.

Compelling a half-brained cheerleader to cater to my every whim should be a walk in the park. Violet Tonks. I’ve done a little research on the best friend. Her I*******m is pretty much a desperate cry for attention. She chronicles everything. Her early morning runs. Her coffee stops. Lunch selfies. Hockey game selfies. Cheer practices. Her I*******m is the only reason I knew how and when to run into her attention-seeking ass. I made sure she remembered me. Made sure to shape her perception of me as a nice guy. I’ll be needing it in the weeks to come. Violet doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve got great plans for her.

She scoffed. "Shî. That's not what I meant. Come on now, I might not be Harry Potter but I know you in and out." He refuted and she raised a brow at him. "You sure you're not Voldemort?" She teased. "No, I'm not. I'm Emmett Creed and Raven's monkey man. Whatever identity you give me baby." He said with all manner of seriousness that left her mesmerised. "Gosh! I love you, Emmett." She confessed with teary eyes.

Vague memories invaded my mind and then I remembered something 一 I felt dizzy after the drink I received and after that I don't remember anything else. When I came out of the closet Arthur was putting on his belt and looked at me confused, but I just ignored him. Arthur was the last boy I wanted to see right now, and maybe the last boy I would ever see, as I expected a big spanking from my father. I ran down the stairs and ran towards the living room, and to my surprise, Mr. Jacob was there too. 一 I thought you wouldn't show up 一 My father spoke rudely as he had his arms crossed.

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

The sight of the weapon made Vincent's knees buckle, and he collapsed onto the floor, trembling uncontrollably like a leaf in a storm. “P-please spare my life–” “Las Vegas, Midnight Mirage,” Malfoy cut off the man. “You still don’t remember me?” Vicent raised his head to look at Malfoy when he remembered his face. The man who was the reason for his destruction. The color of his face faded when he realized what he had gotten himself into. This man was no normal guy. That gun was real, that night in Midnight Mirage was real, and the situation he was in was real.

So long that dust had thickly coated it but somehow, it still seemed to be boiling. Picking it up, I approached the doctor and asked him about it. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion that it was indeed strange. "Where did you find that? I thought I had disposed of it. That is an extract of Voldemort root. It is a poison that kills a human within an hour so, I would advise that you return it. I wouldn't want to be the reason why your master loses a maid." I smiled faintly as I returned to the stall. By the time I returned, the doctor had finished packing and handed the basket to me.