Lord Voldemort And Bellatrix Lestrange Novels & Stories

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

Leonardo said firmly, hoping Bella would grasp his perspective and drop the topic. Bella's frustration mounted as she raised her voice, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "My point is that Kat was still in our class. But that girl is not worthy of being a Morelli. And... now I am certain that people were right about her, that she used to put a spell on men. Because I can see how you are behaving under her spell," she spat out, her tone laden with contempt. Leonardo winced at her harshness, turning to face her directly.

Some juwels seemed to blink between the metal. "Oh, I remember! She wore a golden hairpin that day, a phoenix design with rubies... what a shame it was all molten. She was such a beautiful madwoman... Bellatrix, Bellatrix, you really burned a deep grave for yourself. Well, I guess this happens when a nearly godly power is unleashed without restraint. Sadly, you fell pray to an even deadlier magic. This man really is something. So annoying. Really, too sad that you can't incinerate him as well anymore... I wonder who woud've won in a direct confrontation. Well, both of you are nothing compared to my Kitty."

But Lily jolts her hand and keeps shouting. " Do I and Uriel have any value in this family? We are always treated worst than the servants! Do you people even consider us as a family? Why can't Uriel join the Vlad War when Laurence and Vorak can? Why...why can't I...join?" Lily burst into tears. Her words start getting stuck on her throat as she tries to say further. She can't breathe.

“I will list out a few terms. You must pick four of the ones that seem favourable to you. Note also that the first and last options are mandatory. Understood?” “Yes,” Anslan nodded, his heart already beating erratically in his chest as he awaited what she would say. "Anslan," Bellatrix paused while fixing her gaze on him. The silence was deafening and tense. Finally, she spoke, "Firstly, I want you to personally whip her," she pointed at Helene, "...a hundred lashes with the same whip used on my mother. Make sure it’s laced with wolfsbane. Afterwards, throw her in a snake cage. This must be done tonight.”

I grit through my teeth. “Freedom,” he chuckles sinisterly, “There is no such thing for humans.” My lips tug into a sneer, “As long as I’m away from you, that’s freedom.” Lazarus laughed, a deeply coarse sound. “I’m glad I could be of your entertainment.” I retort sarcastically. He arose from the chair with ease, advancing towards me. Lazarus traces my cheek with his fingertips, an electric current branding my skin from his touch as I’m locked in a trance. His lips curl into a malicious smirk, “You are my slave Bellatrix.”

"You won't... You do not kill werewolves without a research on them." "You know that much huh?" He shrugs and then his eyes travels down to my neck which I am still rubbing. "He marked you." He states with wide eyes "What?" "We do not have much time Bellatrix." I faintly see him folding his palms to an axe-like stance before I am knocked off to unconsciousness.. With his palm. ***

At least, now that she is going to get trained into a strong woman, she also needs to come up with tactics to find the people holding her Mom captive. Lord Ray teleported himself into the dark corridor that led to the meeting hall. He guessed that the Elders of the Volturi could be there and his guess was right. Just as he entered, everyone raised their brows in curiosity. A gaspe nearly escaped from Lyla's lip on seeing her dream prince enter inside. Her eyes also teared up because she was darn worried about him. She just wished that she had the right to ask him where he had been all this while. "Welcome back, My Lord." They all said in unison.

The spell casters tried to colonize the werewolves and had a plan to attack the other tribes after they defeated the Drottghes family. “Tell me, Voldemort. Where is my father and why are you attacking me? I'm the Alpha's son!” He shouted to the guy who is now laying on his right hand with a katana pierced on his stomach. “We never serve you because werewolves like us are not deserving to rule the world of Deshaun, only the Spellcasters have the power to do it!” Voldemort said that makes Flion angry. Before the guy could say another word, he pulled out his katana and swung it on his head.

Voldemort's voice rang out with venom, "You have some balls showing your face here." Aeron, attempting to speak, was silenced by another forceful blow. Voldemort continued, "Tell me why I shouldn't end you here and now." Aeron, struggling to find words, wanted to explain, but before he could utter a single sentence, Voldemort interrupted with yet another punishing blow. "That was not a question," he declared, his eyes ablaze with malice. Voldemort ordered the guards to lock Aeron up, proclaiming that the execution would take place the next morning. As Aeron was led away, his mind raced, grappling with the dire situation he now found himself in, and the uncertainty of what awaited him on the