Is Tom Riddle Lord Voldemort Novels & Stories

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.

Though his lips did not move, his words were heard by everyone. “Yes, my lord,” Viktor said. “He has been vanquished.” “Killed by Dominic,” Tomas added. One of the novitiates winced, the one who had borne a trace of sadness in his features. He was Rafael, Josef’s disciple. He had been grieving since he had sensed the loss of his master, but hearing the words spoken brought his feelings to the surface. Without his mentor, Rafael’s training as a black waziri would never be completed, though he would remain a servant of the Necromancer.

Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue. Draco had a feeling it was one of his mafia lords, but he couldn't be sure since they were like a brotherhood and he was their leader. Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly.

He looked tired too, eyes heavy, but there was a spark of determination in him. “Alpha, I’ve been thinking,” he said. I dragged a hand through my hair. “Let’s hear it.” He hesitated, like he knew I wouldn’t like it. “We need help and there’s only one person who might know about dark creatures like these.” I frowned, a part of me already knew who he was talking about. “Who?” “Viktor,” Ronald said. I stilled. Viktor. The vampire lord, Lily’s mate, once my enemy. Now we were allies, but it still felt wrong to run to him for help.

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

"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?"

She simply came to my desk, while I was half-buried under my Moon-code cipher assignments, and said, “Lord Riddle will be arriving tomorrow. He wishes to see you privately.” I blinked. “What?” “Lord Riddle. He’ll be here by nightfall.” It took me a few seconds to process. “He’s... coming here?” “Yes.” “Like—here here?” “Yes.” I stared at her. My heart didn’t skip. My breath didn’t catch. But something—something deeper, quieter—shifted in my chest. Like a puzzle piece rotated slightly, not locking into place, but brushing up against the correct edge for the first time.

Shadow creatures poured through the breach, followed by something that made my soul recoil in terror. A Shadow Lord strode into the chamber, its form shifting between dimensions. Behind it walked a familiar figure that made my heart sink. Lord Ravenclaw, but not as we had last seen him. His body was wreathed in shadow magic, his eyes glowing with borrowed power. "Did you really think it would be that simple?" he asked, his voice layered with unnatural harmonics. "That you could perform your little ritual without interference?" "Ravenclaw," Prince Kael snarled. "You should be dead."

Then, he quickly followed the vice principal’s lead and folded his robes, placing them on the table beside Wángzǐ. And I'm not going to be coddling you ." Hikaru swallowed hard, not liking the sneer on Wángzǐ’s face or the glint in his dark eyes. Smoothing a sweaty hand down his shirt, Hikaru stumbled the two steps with his wand in hand. Yatagarasu Wángzǐ looked elegant and lethal, a slender figure in black at the other end of the gleaming length of wood. Hikaru may have been responsible for getting rid of Voldemort, but he knew that the man before him was a truly formidable and powerful wizard.

His whole being stilled for a minute before turning his head to the right, “Zelda…” Zelda appeared out of thin air and bowed in submission. “Find this lad. I want to know if this is his actual appearance.” He handed the scroll to Zelda. She took it but before she could look at the scroll, Harry spoke. “No need to search… he is at Lord Rovner’s estate.” “Lord Rovner?” Zelda arched a brow. “Duke Cranehorne.” Matthew added, as not many people knew him as Lord Rovner. “Aha… that snob.” Zelda pulled her lips lopsidedly.