Novel & Cerita Is Grindelwald Stronger Than Voldemort

I had been studying about the nature of vampires and quite interestingly, Woodhidge had a lot of books and scrolls that had the history of every Supernatural that ever existed, alive or extinct. My studies made me know a lot about vampires and all they could do. It wouldn't be naive to say vampires were the most powerful beings to have ever walked the earth. While the werewolf gifts allowed them have the strength of a wolf, the vampire was much more. While weredragons were simply magnificent, the vampire, in its dark ways, could achieve way more. While the magician drew power from nature, the vampires had found ways to kick nature in the ass. The vampire was stronger than life would like it

Lord Voldemort". "Voldemort, i thought he died in the war?" Damon asked Derek. "I'm also confused Derek, Damien killed him but how come he's alive and even got some spys in the school?" Damon replied with a question as confusion was written all over his face. "He didn't die Derek, instead he bacame much stronger and much powerful, he became the over Lord of darkness." Emma replied and her smiled widen. "And I'm sure he's gonna enjoy killing you both."

Harold's POV I Harold Hades is not considered the Great Wizard for nothing. I have survived the war and lived through centuries. I am certainly the best of my kind and proudly believe that we are far more superior than any other living thing. I am invincible and cannot be trifled with. Whoever will want to come up against me should know that I am a Formidable Foe. The mere thought that someone in that God forsaken pack of wolves can be more powerful than me, is making my blood boil. The anger coursing through my blood is irrepressible.

The only actual strength they obtain is the strength of black magic; however, the forbidden spells of the witches are much stronger than the spells of black magic witches. “You brought hell upon yourself, Beckett,” I growl, approaching him. That bastard just killed a werewolf. I move faster towards him and I can tell that I caught his attention because he turns around to face me. He is such a cocky asshole. He thinks he’s invincible, but he’s not. All men like him end up in hell. He isn’t better than anyone and he isn’t the strongest one out there; he needs to realize that. “You're not the only invincible one out here!” He smirks as we both crash into each other, I try to use any of my power

That conclusion was reduced to cinder soonest when he killed a powerful noble vampire. The chains were most effective against vampires and dark creatures because it was said to have the hotness of the sun and he could charge it up with electricity. Even if werewolves are not weak to gold, I don't think there's any creature who can stand the direct heat of the sun or too much electricity.

she whispered, her voice trembling in dismay. “He’s been preparing for this moment,” came a voice from behind her. It was Velmont, her most trusted companion, standing in the doorway with a solemn expression. “Report says after finishing his studies in the coven of magic, he vanished. Now his power has grown formidable. He’s no longer the same man you knew. He had been corrupted by the Headmaster.” He explains. Gertrude’s jaw tightened, her thoughts whirling. “No longer the same... or no longer pretending to be the weak and timid wizard?” she asked bitterly as she crossed her arms with a sneering look on her face.

The remaining five Werewolves stopped and stared in mesmerized awe, wondering what was happening to their comrades. Adrian released the spell after five torturous seconds, and the four sodden Werewolves dropped to the ground, lifeless, their thick fur soaked, their mouths agape. With a unified, raging snarl, all remaining five Werewolves attacked Adrian. He sent them stumbling back with a wave of water, but one managed to scale the wall and land on top of him, growling directly in his face. “Adrian!” Zeda screamed in horror. She knew that without the ability to use his powers while being pinned, her tutor was vulnerable. Unlike the naturally durable Vampires and Werewolves, Adrian, a mage, c

"He is the oldest of his kind. The purest. The strongest." I caught my breath. "What? Selene nodded, setting the vial aside. "You're afraid of the full-blooded werewolf?" She tilted her head to one side. "He is powerful. But so is Abbadon. He is the purest and most powerful of his kind. If they were to fight, it would be catastrophic. Destruction such as this world has never seen." A creeping chill seeped through me. "But…" I hesitated, weighing her words. I'd known Abbadon was powerful, but… the oldest? The purest?

Though upset at failing to break of the wall, he had to give due respect to the person who had the amount of power needed to cast such a strong spell. "Our queen's husband is very strong. I believe he might be even stronger than the Drektus queen." Yael replied. "How could you say such a thing? Did you already meet that greed witch?" Yadier matted and his eyes were red rimmed as he heard of that name. "No. But I've met our Queen's husband. Compared with how the Drektus queen was seven hundred years ago, he's definitely way stronger."

There was one thing I noticed, the Grydens were hesitating to attack Vincent, it's not because they were scared, but I don't know the reason why. I turned back to Scarlet who was still focused on her spells. Then again, there was a bright light, brighter than the first, and once again it disappeared. In the middle of the circle was the second seal, the seal of Mene. The light had affected the Grydens and they were even weaker than before, which gave the wolves and witches an upper hand in the battle. The two people in the cape were annoyed that their kind was being defeated, but they didn't join the battle.