Lord Voldemort Father Novels & Stories

It was almost two minutes before he uttered another word. "Despicable. That is impossible. I used to be the Dragon Lord but now, I am the Dragon King. I don't have a child, which means, no heir. My wife died on the night of our wedding. Indeed, I loved Matilda and wanted to marry her but my parents disapproved when they found out she was a witch. She never used her powers to hurt anyone but was rather good to all, using her powers to heal and restore Dragons like you just did. Of course, Dragons will heal on their own but it made it twice faster. I could never be your father." I was nonplussed when he finished speaking. My mother was indeed a witch and she also clearly said my father was the

His wolf was fighting to break free. The veins in his neck stood out as he struggled to stay calm, even his canines lengthened slightly, as golden light flickered behind his eyes while his wolf fought for control. "Natalia..." he said quietly. His voice was shaking. "The man Dominic described... is the Dark Lord of Crystal Pack himself." My mouth fell open. What? How did my father know him? When Dominic mentioned him, it was obvious he'd never met the man before. So how did Father recognize him immediately?

He moved to the door, his eyes on the monitor by the frame. "Lorenzo?" I asked with a trembling voice. Dante looked at the screen and his face went pale. "No," he said, his voice a ghost of a whisper. "It’s not your father." He turned to me, the red light reflecting in his eyes. "It's Viktor Petrov." I stared at him, the name hit me. The Russian Mob kingpin. The man my father had told me to fear more than death itself. The door to the cottage didn't just open. It exploded inward.

“Do you know who your father is?” I shook my head, caught off-guard by the question. “He's Alpha Luther. One of the strongest, most feared Alphas in the nation,” my mother said. “And he doesn't know about you.” My heart skipped a beat. Alpha Luther was a legend in the werewolf world, known for his ruthlessness and power. It was said that no one dared cross him. The thought of being connected to someone like him was… overwhelming. That wasn't true. He couldn't be the father to a girl like me. I swallowed, playing with my fingers.

Although my uncle had a lot of enemies, and my father's enemies were his enemies, he never let me fall into any harm. Not until I turned seven, and suddenly my father wanted to take 'responsibilty' for me. My father, quite belueving that he has changed gave me up to him. Not realizing that he had sold me off to a man, whom he promised to give me to him as soon I turned eighteen. A man who was not only a monster, but also the worst criminal in history. His name was Victor. The leader of the Russian mob. My father knew Victor was a bad person, but he was also the strongest and most powerful man, and the fact that my father was not the strongest was a big problem for him.

he mumbled, his lips quivering as he spoke. “Luther? You may leave,” I replied, waving my hand dismissively as I watched him scurry away immediately. “Luther,” I muttered, my jaw clenched. “That bastard,” I cursed, gulping down a large amount of vodka. Luther Cratos, my half brother, and my successor. Even though we shared the same father, we barely got along. After the death of my mother, my father, the late lycan king, presented Luther to me as my half brother.

“You killed my father. So today, I’m going to kill you. I want the world to know that I am unparalleled in this world. “You’re just an ant under my foot—a worm in my palm—that could not amount to anything useful!” Adrian’s attention was piqued for a moment. He asked, “Who was your father?” Lonewolf answered, “My father was Wolfgang. Why? Do you remember him?” Wolfgang was one of the ten leaders of Luposia and Adrian knew him very well. “I remember. So you’re Wolfgang’s son. Do you want to go down the same path as your father?” asked Adrian. “I’m here today to kill you. I’m the most powerful warrior of Black Nergal, while you’re nothing,” said Lonewolf.

It seemed like he was larger than life, one of the primordial vampires. The tale was still not over, even upon my father marrying my mother. It was far from reaching. Some dispute arose. My mother was the daughter of one of the greatest Dragon Lords. By virtue of rumors, he was one of the most fierce guys throughout the supernatural world. And then, a brutal fight arose, between the strong powers of Dragons and that of vampires. More than that, things were said to me that I should hate my father's, but something was wrong, and a truth was yet to be revealed.

he murmured in his low, steady voice. --- Flashback Thorne Varkas, my father’s younger brother and a master mage. Revered across the Lycan world. He had long suppressed his wolf, devoting himself to the arcane arts. He had broken curses that no other could, but always at a cost. I remembered his warnings from when I was a child. He had never liked how close Lucien and I had grown. It unsettled both him and my father. One day, I had overheard a conversation between them.

He growled. I hated my father. He believed respect came from fear and he was fearsome. A seven-hundred-year old vampire. Powerful, cruel, cold, and driven. My mother had been the last full blood dragon. He killed her after I was born and named me for himself. Patrick Devere III. I had an older brother at one point, but he died three hundred years before I was born. He was Patrick Devere II. He failed too often. It wasn’t safe to fail my father.