I Am Voldemort Novels & Stories

I felt like I own him my life. And getting Voldemort back into my life that was a complete big NO. And what exactly would he be finding in Chicago?? I scowled as I fell back on his bed. I shut my eyes really tight as I tried to shut my mind as well, completely from the thoughts of Voldemort coming in.

My fingers lit with flame. “Who are you?” I demanded. He didn’t answer right away. He walked through the paused battlefield like he owned it. Like time was his pet and war his playground. And maybe it was. “Isn’t it obvious?” he finally said. “I’m the one you’ve been waiting to fight. The shadow behind your losses. The hand behind your grief.” “You’re Viktor.” He bowed slightly. “And you are exactly as they said you’d be. Fire and storm. Beautiful rage.”

For three whole years, everyone at school knows me as a hopeless student who can barely pass a test. After the SATs, I am sitting at my cousin's college acceptance celebration, quietly eating my meal. My aunt, Karen Reed, suddenly snatches the plate from my hands. "Your scores are pathetic, and you still have the nerve to sit here and eat?" My cousin, Wilbert Yard, swirls his drink and sneers. "Jason, you won't get anywhere in life with a brain like yours. You can be my driver someday. I'll pay you 800 dollars a month." My uncle, George Yard, points a finger in my face. He looks at me in disgust and says, "Your parents have been working out of town for three years, and you still can't

The merciless punisher; anyone who opposed him faced a vicious animal. He was compared to Voldemort in Harry Potter —he who shall not be named or whatever. We all knew it was him behind the attacks, but we could only hope that it wasn’t. After all, hadn’t we convinced ourselves that fear was just a product of our creative minds? I looked over at Lily, who was rocking back and forth. Could she be wrong and misinformed? I pray she is wrong!

No man had ever seen my bare body, not even Miguel. “Now, turn around,” he instructed, and we obeyed. The room was deathly silent, save for the sound of his footsteps as he approached us. “One, two, three, four….” He counted until he reached the final number 15. “Many call me the devil in a human’s flesh, others call me Voldemort. However, I'm just a simple man, and if you follow my instructions, you will be in my good books. Otherwise, you wouldn’t wanna live to see what comes next. From today, you answer to me, you belong to me, you report to me, and take instructions from me, until you get new masters.”

― 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.

I can almost feel the blood that will run down my beautiful spoon soon enough. Ignoring his questions, I focus on the one that matters. “I don’t think about who the fuck I am. I know who I am. Lenox Vincent is the name.” Watching their facial expressions morph into ones of pure horror has to be my favourite thing in the world. Aside from baby Optimus and my family, of course. I have always loved how they fear looking into my eyes every time they face me. “Oh, yeah? T-there’s two of us and you are alone. H-how about that?” Lumpy attempts to intimidate me.

Stefan Malfoy. "You're just one pathetic soul, you know that right, Lucinda?? Huh??" I cursed as I held her throat firmly. "You think that impostor, that weakling would come to save you??" I scoffed as I laughed really hard, looking at her eyes filled with tears.

She didn't know when she fell asleep. She always despised the rain. Hated the gloomy and dark atmosphere. It kept reminding her of the unpleasant past. I hate it . . . Her eyes gradually adjusted in the dark, and the first thing she saw were soaked shoes. But why is it . . . Her eyes traveled up, resting at those silvery orbs. When I see your eyes . . . the past became . . . irrelevant. Her body visibly trebled. Her purple irises narrowed on the man's face, so close to hers.

She glares at Miriam. "You know you have strong magical powers in you, don't you? Why are you hiding them? And why aren't you telling us about your magical powers? Why didn't you tell us that you are a hybrid?" Miriam speaks at last. Vladimir looks at her as if she is crazy. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I do not have magical powers. I am not a magical being. I am a vampire," Vladimir says, and everybody in the room looks at him and Miriam.