Lord Voldemort Father Novels & Stories

It was heavily encrypted, meticulously disguised, but Vlad, with his formidable technological prowess, had managed to extract a single, chilling line of text: "The Viper has struck. The Serpent’s path is clear. Proceed as planned. Violet’s father is the key." The words resonated with a profound, terrifying clarity. The Viper. Aurora. The Serpent. Her father. The key. It all coalesced, forming a shocking, undeniable truth. The pieces fell into place with a sickening precision, revealing a profound, insidious betrayal that stretched back years, woven into the very fabric of her family’s history.

His dark lashes brimmed with heavy tears; his hands clenched into a shaking fist, in desperate battle against his grief. "I-" His breaths shaken a little as he formed his words. He inhaled deeply before breathing out to continue. "Ulric isn't my father. He- he's. My real father is dead Bellatrix. Ulric is, was my father's younger brother. When my father died, he became the new leader of the keeper here in Talot. He married my mother, then fathered me. My mother died a few years back, and I was left with my new father. Only for me to realise few months back, how my father had died. He died in the hands of his brother." He stopped, tears dripping from his pale blue eyes, heavy sobs tearing fro

Layzal muttered as he looked at Lawst' eyes. "His father, Vladimir, will keep him intact. Vladimir always let his emotions get the better part of him when it comes to family and that happens to be his greatest weakness." Lawst scoffed. "Ain't you all thirsty??" He sneered as he took out three cups which he filled with blood to its brim.

Draco shouted. “WRONG! All of this has something to do with it! I'm not talking nonsense!" shouted Leonard as he thumped the throne and straightened himself. "Explain! I never knew your mother!” Draco said fiercely. “The dragons, elves, dwarves, and humans of the past carried out a massacre of the black sorcerer. They massacred my mother mercilessly, even though she didn't hurt anyone. She's just a sorcerer who fell in love with a demon!” shouted Leonard with eyes brimming with hatred.

A hot discomfort rose in my stomach. "What do you mean?" I whispered, before I could stop myself. Beside me, I felt Icarus’s firm, warm touch. He wrapped my hand in his. The pressure was light but steady, a reminder that I wasn’t alone. "Your father was a warlock," Vardam said, as if the words weighed on his tongue. "One of the most powerful of his generation. Unique. A direct heir to one of the most influential and powerful magical bloodlines to ever exist."

I nodded at my father, “I’m in love with Darren though Dad, I wish he were here right now. He’s the one I remember being with.” My dad shook his head, “Darren isn’t a good person Kay, you ran from him when you were pregnant with Jeremy, a few months ago he nearly beat you to death and killed yours and Steve’s baby. You were pregnant, you were such a mess Kay.” I shook my head, “I believe you, it’s just hard to believe I remember him being so sweet and gentle. Talking about pregnant, the doctor told me I’m pregnant. Is Steve the father?” My father smiled, “Yeah I’m pretty sure he is anyways, like I said you don’t tell me this stuff he would be the one to ask. Just give him a chance to talk.”

Father really turned me into a real wolvire, as well as awakened another power that he said wasn't just a wolvire's innate strength. I am “magic”. Father explained to me about wolvire, about me. However, you could say that this explanation within five hours was not much. I had to concentrate when Father tried to open everything, open the gates of my power until they burst and unite in my body. It felt so wonderful. I could feel the spark of magic in the tips of my fingers, from between my skin, which let out a steamy breath like chunks of ice. It's really awesome. On the way to this base, Father told me that my old life, when my memory was still intact, was very helpless. Just being able to

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

"Not enough to forget how that sorcerer had forced me to watch as my parents pleaded for mercy. Not enough to forget how that bloody bastard forced you to choose between me and our parents. There isn't enough alcohol out there to make me forget, it's like constant nightmares playing at the back of my mind." "Don't do this Igor. You are supposed to be my best man." The vulnerable tremble in Vladimir's voice did nothing to the raging contempt in Igor's eyes. "You think I will see you putting a ring on that sorceress?" Igor hissed shrugging Vladimir's grip from his arm. "Her sole presence is enough to bring out all those memories, Valdis. Memories of blood, the broken look in our mother's eyes

I shook my head “No, he didn't and honestly I wondered why, but I knew my father was a man of great principle. The Council of elders had given him strict warning to seal that creature in that room and never open it. After my brother died, my father looked for a witch to help him cast a spell that no supernatural being would be able to enter into the room. He did everything in his power to keep us safe." As I spoke, memories of that tragic day flooded my mind. I remembered the look on my father's face when he heard about my brother's disappearance. He had always been a stoic man, but that day he was visibly shaken. He immediately called for his trusted advisor, a wise old vampire named Viktor