Lord Voldemort Father Novels & Stories

my father said from beside me. I couldn’t help but smile just a little at his words. I knew they were always happy and proud of me. They were amazing parents and I loved the time that I got with them. Ulric looked at my father and asked, “you’re the wolf from the dungeon and you're her father?” “Yes,” my dad answered. “When you say different, what do you mean?” another man asked from their group. I could tell he was an elemental and his raven on his shoulder was watching Bastet closely. Smart bird.

Grey, my father, stood across the room, speaking with some of the Bratva leaders. Which means the most important question. Where the fuck is Liam and why the fuck am I taking his place? Normally, he’s his father’s favorite and perfect son, and it was no news that he would be succeeded by my father’s empire. Which makes him normally the perfect candidate for this kind of shit show. Swirling the glass in my hand, I stared at the ugliest art I have ever set my eyes on. I wonder what moron created this dog shit. Lowering my eyes to the bottom, it read, Theo Vance.

He stated definitively. He motions for me to follow him. “Let’s go, Bellatrix.” “Why would I go anywhere with you? I didn’t want this.” I spat venomously. He sighed, malevolence swirling in his orbs. “You defend them, you defend him. But I think you will feel differently when you realize what a monster he truly is.” I clenched my teeth. “Stop talking in riddles. Tell me what you fucking mean, NOW!” He wore a grim expression, lips set into a hard line. “Lazarus De Loughrey is the one who killed your father.”

Aeron admitted. Voldemort sighed, revealing a side seldom seen. "I never forget a favor," he confessed. "You see, before your father became king, he had saved My family and I during an attack on my kingdom. Your father, then was just a patrolling soldier, had called his army to aid us, nursed us back to health, and we became friends and allies. However our, friendship soured when Your father became power-hungry and declared me an enemy for not joining him. Despite the betrayal, I know I owe your father for saving my life and kingdom. So, when Pelenore approached me, I couldn't refuse the call for help. So, here we are."

“I warned him that the change he was looking for won’t come by eliminating mages, but the punk won’t listen.” “Alpha Winston was Lloyd’s father?” I asked as it dawned on me. I heard and I knew that Lloyd wasn’t a legitimate son, but it didn’t hit hard until I knew who the father really was. A lot of rumors were said about the man, differing in tone from the different places I’ve heard it. Some blamed his Luna. Others blamed him. Others claimed they discussed it, and Luna's consent made the pain of going outside much bearable. “I’ve heard rumors,” I said.

I motion for him to follow me to my room, I don’t want our talking to wake Nicklaus. “Yea my mother is a Viking warrior princess, and my father is of royal bloodline a descendant of the goddess Selene. Uhtred being the first born and my father’s heir got his enormous size and temper and my grandfather’s name on my mother’s side, and me being the first Luna born of Royal and Viking bloodlines I inherited multiple elements. I think that is why I’m so wild natured and struggle to control my powers.” I say shrugging as if it’s no big deal, when in reality it scares me.

"WHAAAT!?" A voice boomed through a manor in the City of Darkness, shaking the halls and the nerves of the men in the room. "I-I- I said y-your eldest son.. I-Is dead my lord... Killed by the human he was tracking." The soldier gave the man his response unwilling to meet his eyes. The lord in question was none other then Lord Ventriel Trost. Head of the Trost family, Tars and Berek's father. Lord Trost glared at the soldier, his ruby red eyes burning with rage.

“We have more to discuss.” “I will not,” I said, voice firmer than I felt. “I will stand. I will not let you see me weak.” Aurelio tilted his head, shrugging slightly. “Suit yourself. But you should know… Viktor Moretti isn’t just a name. He’s Dante’s father. Everyone believed him dead fifteen years ago. While Dante built his empire here, Viktor built one in South America.” My heart skipped a beat. My mind raced. The attacks. The traps. Eduardo Domingo. Salvatore Romano. Everything. Viktor had orchestrated it all.

The rooftop wind howled like a dying animal as Harry Vida lowered his gun. He smiled at me with something almost tender. “You still don’t understand, do you?” he said softly. “I didn’t just kill your mother. I created you. I am your father.” My finger froze on the trigger. Not the news I was expecting. James stood rigid beside me, rain streaming down his face, gun still trained on Vida. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

"Lyon's mother was my first mate— my werewolf mate, long before your mother came into my life!" "This bastard doesn't look that much older, Father," Sylver spat. "So quit saying 'long before our mother came along' like we will believe that you didn't have an affair outside of your union!" "Sylver Thornevale!" Father roared, his eyes glowed with a familiar rage. "WHAT?" Sylver fearlessly countered. "You think we are stupid?" I expected Father to jump at Sylver and for the first time, I was ready to stand up for my brother. If Father dared to make a move on Sylver, I was going to stop him!