Novel & Cerita Lord Voldemort Father

It was deep, calm, and dangerous without being loud. My father walked out of the shadows. He stands so still that it makes other people feel small. Lord Vail Noctharis. Leader of the vampire groups. Ruler of everything in this dark place, including me, his son. His eyes moved over all of us. Then they got narrow. “You came back with nothing.” That was not a question, and I would not act like it was one. “The smell was there,” I said. “But we were not alone.”

It was all planned by Borham. I had to lie. Because of the prophecy that was left to us by Victoria’s father, Geoffery Alexander Cross. My father, Oliver Park was the leader of our coven before he died. My mother was a Russian while my dad was a Korean. Neither me nor Nala, but Reno was the one who inherited his grandfather’s Asian looks. My father befriended Geoffery a few days before Krulisa started to turn evil. They were friends and even merged together to help the mortals.

“I said I would think about her becoming a hybrid and I have decided she is to be like us” Lord Vladamir held so much authority in his voice, authority that demanded respect. Something I realised my father’s voice never held. “Hey, I was going to consider the change to hybrid but there is no way in f**king hell I am becoming a cold heartless monster like you” i said continuing to edge back towards the door I entered in.

He nodded. I felt a surge of indignation. He had never mentioned this to me, not when he revealed the truth about Cole’s half-blood heritage. But then it struck me—maybe he had. Perhaps I had just failed to pick up on the clues. If he hadn’t tracked down Sylvia himself, how would he have known she was a wizard? He must have always known she was somewhere in Hescor. “I never actually met your mother,” Father said, his voice heavy as he recalled the past. “It was her guardian I spoke with.

Liam pressed, "it’s a chance to confront Alpha Viktor and ask him why he pulled out of our alliance. Call him out in front of his court. Maybe even push him to rejoin us." I stared down at the parchment, evaluating Liam's words. The truth was, I didn't care for Viktor even from the onset. He was Raven's father, yes. But that was all. I’d heard enough stories from her to know what kind of man he really was. He was a man who blamed his newborn daughter every single day for killing her mother to come into this world. A man who shoved guilt into a child's hands and watched her carry it alone for twenty one years. Raven had told me how he'd neglected her from a young age, went off to marry anothe

The steam carried a dozen scents I hadn’t noticed before: bitter herbs, faintly sweet floral notes, even the earthy tang of the minerals in the water. My body felt lighter too, like the exhaustion I should have been drowning in had been stripped away. I still didn’t fully understand what this bath was doing to me—what it meant to open “mind channels” or strengthen a body for bonding—but I couldn’t deny the results. Still, as the fire burned under my skin, I found my thoughts wandering. They slipped back to my father. In all the chaos of being dragged into this world of vampires and rituals, I hadn’t had the chance to grieve. Not properly. His death lingered in the back of my mind, half-forme

"Why? After ruining my fucking suit, you think I should let you go?" "Wow, for someone who apparently doesn't curse, you sure do use foul language. I wonder why this behavior is only reserved only for me." "I wonder why your snarky attitude is reserved only for me. I don't see this attitude coming out in front of anyone else, especially your father." "There's a difference between my father and father in law, who's the biggest asshole I've ever met." "Oh, and what's that?" "He's my blood. He raised me, you didn't."

" Vdius roared furiously for the first time, but Aurora didn't flinch a bit as she was also staring at him with red hate-filled eyes. Others were just staring at them bankly as they all jerked up after the terrifying roar of Vdius. Vdius was also staring at her hard when Aurora chuckled, "My father is a cold-hearted monster? What was your father? A back-stabber! Did you ever try to learn what actually happened that night? How was your dad found dead, and how my dad ended up with major injuries? No, you didn't because you are blind! You blindly believed your wolves but never asked my dad once that what happened! You know what? You're not only a monster but also a fool!

Varto's reponse deplummed me of the bodacious spirit I worked so hard to manifest. In that moment, my mind left the gutter and reared some questions which have been plaguing me for years and I turned to Varto to end my agony. "You have known my father for a long time, so maybe you can tell me a few things about him I have been asking myself..." His eyes were immediately slathered with reluctance and he pressed his lips together, enunciating his next words slowly. "A few things about the lord, you say..." He drawled, unconvinced that I just needed minor details which were not going to need him to cross any lines.

The red gleam was halfway through its shadow. Vladimir breathed heavily. He couldn’t see clearly with tears trailing down his cheeks. He never understood his father’s perception, and he never would try. For him, Xavier was a figure of fear and death. He’s way too strong. Vladimir didn’t know the reason behind everything he did, but looking back, he just seemed to be broken. The problem was his way of amending his soul: acquiring more power.