I Am Voldemort Novels & Stories

He watched the little one’s face twist into something dark. “I am not over it, and I never will be; such is the life of an addict. I cannot do what you ask of me, Mavery,” the little one said, pushing the hand off her wound even though he could see it was long gone. Mavery had probably held out to make sure any trace of the virus was no longer there, but he could see the little one had done a good job of purging it, even if it had cost him a priceless heirloom.

"Spine tingling? I haven't slept with him!" "Yet. I hear a yet in your voice! Now we're talking! Who is he? On a scale of 1 to 10 how hot are we talking?" I rolled my eyes at Ru's teasing. "Vladimir. And there will be no sex, either now or in the future." Dude actually brought me here as pawn in his revenge plot, and he didn't make a secret of it! "He may or may not be a witch." Ru's smile actually vanished at the mention of his name. Guess he wasn't a fan then. "Wizard." He announced in a clipped tone.

I turned around to escape. But the door got shut on its own like someone pushed it forcely. I slowly turned around, he was there standing in front of the chair, holding chains in his hands, he said," Well, I am a half witch". And at the very next moment, he was in front of me, just a step apart. "And a half vampire". His eyes were dark blue. " Are you…. Are you…..gonna…. bite..?" I felt dizzy and was about to fall on the ground but as far as I remember, I was in his arms, looking into his sky blue eyes.

Violet looked into his brown eyes and immediately frowned, “You've been trailing me this entire time!” Alaric held back his smile, “Is it that easy to tell?” Uak appeared next to Violet, “Master, who is this guy?” Violet pulled the sword away from Alaric's neck and sheathed it by Uak's waist. “An old friend.” Uak scratched the side of her head, “All your old friends are mentally sick, Master.” Alaric eyes widened, “Except me! I've never done any wrong to your master.” “He's right. He only ripped out my heart. Without the second piece of my soul, I would be dead.”

Was it whoever that ended her life fault to do what he or she thought was best? Drake stopped thinking as he pressed his hand together to study the short moment of grief that he was passing through. Werewolves are not real! He tried to assure himself many times as he pressed his hands tighter in a uniform manner, trying to abstain from any fantasy that would mess with his mind. He had to stay focused, and he had to think straight if he wanted to be free from Rosetta's parents pangs in his mind. As he considered going to the bedroom that would have been Rosetta and his centre for intense body connection without limits, his phone rang. It was Rori.

“I like nap. But only if nobody says I have to.” Theo let out a low laugh. “You really went and made two humans who are the perfect combination of every annoying thing in your genetics.” I shot him a look. “Excuse you? Those blue eyes and that steel jaw are not from me, thanks.” Theo went quiet for a beat, something flickering in his eyes. That name we never said out loud, but that always hung there like a shadow in the corner of the room, slipped between us for a second. Italian Voldemort.

"You came to me for help, and that's what I'm doing." Aeron's anger swelled, his voice rising to a crescendo. "How is this helping?" he shouted. "You're throwing me into the lion's den, expecting me to come out unscathed. You know the stakes, you know what Voldemort is capable of. How can you ask me to face him?" "Aeron, I am trying to help...

"At first, I hated him so much because I spent my whole life in the werewolf kingdom and take vampires as our rivals. So, I was so against him, I even tried to end his life multiple times, but I was no match for him. He's a vampire king while I'm just a humble person. By the time, I accepted my defeat and gave up the idea of ​​taking his life because I was tired of losing every time. But then I thought, so what if I can't kill him, because as long as I kill myself everything will end and he won't be able to use me against my kingdom, but the least I knew was how he could let me die so easily without using me for what he brought me here.

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.

“I got wet in the rain many times, but I never took the initiative to take a shower in the rain.” "Me too." I smiled brightly. “I've never taken a shower in the rain, but it's not because I don't like it. On the contrary, I really like the rain. I love being with nature, but my mother doesn't want me to do that. Even though I'm a werewolf, she's more protective of me than other mothers of normal children."