Lord Voldemort Father Novels & Stories

Lucian's voice was filled with forced joy. I didn't just freeze at his words. I might as well have died right on the spot and woken up in hell. Father? As in Lucian's biological father. My brain completely short-circuited. The room started spinning in a whole new direction. Axel wasn't just the Lycan King. He was my ex-mate's actual father. “I…” Lucian stopped mid-sentence when his gaze finally met mine. His fake smile crumbled into a deeply confused frown. He stared at my face like he was seeing a ghost.

"And the failures. My father's work was never about creating heirs. It was about creating weapons. And when he died, his assistant, Dr. Vane, continued his legacy. He's the one who's been selling these enchantments to the highest bidder. For example, Your Father, Lucian and the Grand Alpha. Alongside the human billionaire, they want your blood, Ivara," I felt a cold, oily slick of dread wash over me. My legs felt like lead, and the heavy emerald robes suddenly felt like a shroud. "I don't understand what all these have to really do with me..." I whispered, my voice trembling as my gaze darted between the floating, preserved horrors in the tank and the man standing before me. I felt like a bi

Then he turned to the judge with cold, steady eyes. “No,” he said clearly. “I do not wish to hold onto the adoption. I renounce it. Kael is no longer my son.” Kael exploded. “You can’t do that! You raised me! You’re my father! Blood is thicker than water, you bastard!” Security had to hold him back. He was screaming, face red with rage, tears of fury in his eyes. “After everything I went through because of you! You throw me away for a nineteen-year-old slut?! I’ll kill you both!”

And all this for a woman, too. “Be respectful,” his father had warned, eyes glaring icily at him. Lord Bylone wouldn’t outright deny his privileged son anything. However, even he knew that certain people were not to be crossed—and Damien was one of them. The vampire had half the nation in the palm of his hand. He wasn’t someone they could offend and walk away unscathed. “I have no intention of disrespecting him, Father. You may dine with us if you feel uneasy.” “He only wants you. He demands it.”

The third name on the list was his father. “No,” he whispered, the word a denial of a fundamental law of the universe. My own mind reeled. Arthur Vance. Luther’s formidable, distant father, the cornerstone of the Vance legacy, a titan of old-industry wealth. He knew my mother. He was part of this. Luther’s fingers flew over the trackpad, scrolling down, his eyes devouring the rest of the list. There were scientists, a retired judge, a museum curator… people from various walks of life, bound by my mother’s desperate trust.

He's eye bags were vividly visible after last night tossing and turning around in bed. "Are you going to visit him?" I asked vaguely. We both know who we are referring to. Just like Voldemort, who's name must not be named, referring to Mr Ranault as James dad felt like an omen. "No." James replied nonchalantly as he continued to chew on his food. "James..." I said softly. "Calla please..." His voice shakes and I could only unpack the trembles in my head of what he had shared with me. How bad did his father hurt him?

You even want to escape by travelling out” Harry pointed out. ” you even planned with my maid to kill me,how will you atone your sins?? ” since you adore your daughter so much, shouldn't she pay by being my slave? Mr Alberto I guessed you agree to that? Harry asked on clear ascent. In tears my father looked at me,he had borrowed the money to pay for my mother's surgery but unfortunately she died. ” I agree” my father said and that was how I was taken. ************** Tears blinded Bethel's vision again,

Zohan responded "You...Cowards!" Draco grunts and shockingly looked at Henry and Richard. "Draco this is your end, devilish end!" Richard exclaimed "Dad...dad...No!" Dyna crouched near Draco, drenched in tears. "Dad..., please admit your sins, please let your soul to release peacefully," "what are you saying, Dyna?" Lucifer scowls. "Yes,... he is our dad... who destroyed many kingdoms, killed many innocent wizards and their families in his life."

"He's my father's old friend. From an allied pack up north. He's... a private tutor. Alpha Eric invited him here for Patrick and me." Carl let out a harsh, mocking bark of laughter. He looked Alaric up and down, completely oblivious to the lethal stillness radiating from the larger man. "So, your father brought a mute stray to train the future Alpha and Luna?" Carl mocked. He took a sudden, aggressive step toward me, closing the distance. He grabbed my waist. He ducked his head, his warm, mint-scented breath hitting my ear. "What's the plan, Sylvia? Is he going to teach you and your brother to be mute, too?"

“Vlad Tepes was my name. Most call me by some other formidable names. I am the Walachian Prince. My enemies know no mercy. I am not as old as some of the creatures you know. I am the father of all our kind. It’s been hundreds of years longer than I’ve allowed my existence to be correctly recorded however the truth is, I spare no one my wrath. And that will include you if you do not keep your father’s pact. Am I understood?” His menacing energy filled the room with thick intensity. Margaret peered into his eyes. She could see the memories he spent to show her the life he had led. She saw visions of wars and loss and hurt. Margaret’s heart felt such pangs that she pitied this creature. “Does t