Lord Voldemort Father Novels & Stories

He had to sit before his legs would let him, but he answered his father, " I will find a way..." His father let the attack lower, seeing the state of his son, but he could not help himself at the affirmation that his son just made, and immediately after, he became serious. " Maybe you don't understand the gravity of the situation, son. Let me explain to you. Luna's father has a connection with the biggest werewolves back in the four corners of the world; four of them are his brothers-in-law, and the other four are his brothers. Do you think that man will stay with his hands on his chest, seeing his only and dear daughter dumped by the prince? Do you believe that it will not start a war? That

"Did you think I'd just let him live? After what his father did to us?" "His father is dead—" "But his son isn't." Viktor's voice hardened. "Lucian Volkov carries his father's name. His blood. His empire. He deserves the same fate our father got. A bullet to the head. Alone. Abandoned by everyone." "No." The word came out quiet. Broken. Viktor stared at her. Then understanding dawned on his face. Slow. He sighed. Walked over to her. Put his hands on her shoulders. Gentle. The way he'd always been with her.

People thought he was even stronger than his own father and it was Lorenzo's father who had defeated and trapped Vlad in a coffin with the help of Van Hellsing many years ago. Even though Van Hellsing had done most of the hard work, Vlad couldn't deny that he was very impressed by his strength. Vlad had fought Lorenzo's grandfather, Luca Giovanni, so he knew that Lorenzo's father was stronger than Luca. And if Lorenzo was believed to be even more powerful than his father, Vlad knew he couldn't take him lightly. Still, Vlad was sure that he was stronger than Lorenzo. But it wasn't worth the risk.

The necklace was a gift from his father, who gave it to him before he knew that Viktor would not be his successor and that he would instead be a Wizard. As the son of a priest of the god of death, Viktor knew the profession of his father, it could be said that Viktor possessed all the necessary skills to be a worthy Priest of the god of death. That night, Vikto himself laid out the body of his father in the funeral chapel, but as he looked at the corpse lying on the slab, it was not his father that he saw, but his mother. Viktor watched over his father himself, performed the prayers for the deceased along with the other funeral rites. When he finished, he fell asleep on the cold stone floor

I stared at the photograph blankly while memories from my childhood came rushing back all at once, because growing up I had heard my father mention that name countless times, always with hatred burning beneath his voice. Drey Vladimir. The man responsible for one of the bloodiest underground wars in Europe, the man my father blamed for destroying part of his empire years ago, the man who supposedly died violently before I was old enough to fully understand what had happened. My breathing became uneven instantly as my gaze slowly dropped toward the line written beneath the photograph. SON: ADRIAN VLADIMIR. The paper nearly slipped from my fingers completely. “No…” I whispered brokenly while m

Albert—Valeria’s father—asks. He was supposed to be resting, not fully healed, but I guess he couldn’t resist. Or maybe he needed the distraction. Valeria told me she revealed her mother’s infidelity to him. “I am sure. It is my nephew. Astaroth’s son, only son,” Father says. “Who is?” I ask as I walk in. “The man in the golden plate who attacked,” Father says. “It is Astaroth’s son. Your cousin.” I’m shocked. “The one… dead?”

"Those bastards..." "They really went too far this time." "My name is Xolvion. Xolvion Valous by the way. I am the youngest son of the demon lord of the Valous kingdom, and next in line to his throne." "Unlike my brothers and sisters, I didn't inherit any magical power or crazy strong abilities. Nope. I'm the bastard son of a lowly Succubus that my father fucked a couple of times. For some reason, unknown to me, my father chose me as his next heir to the throne, a hornless bastard, good for nothing."

He was the only person that was kept in the dark about their dark history. So, he had misjudged his father being here as him being interested in Ophelia. “No,I’m not.”He replied with a snap. “Okay, fine, I believe you.” Azriel laughed, but paused briefly before turning serious. “But father, how is it possible that her child carries such fate? No vampire has been able to…” “You tell me son, the high lord is a mysterious man don’t you think?” Lucifer laughed, trying to change the topic. While Eros did nothing but looked at his father, then towards his brother, feeling bad for lying to his brother.

He heard he is a human, so he never bothered to dig into his history. "Who?" he asked nonchalantly. Lola smirked. "Lucifer, the lord of the underworld is my father," she said. The look of astonishment on his face satisfied her. Valmore paled when he heard who her father is. A father that powerful and a mother who is a powerful drifter. He can see how powerful the offspring born to that couple would be. He took another step back and away from Lola. He now understood that his bangle is working properly, and that's why half of her powers are contained.

He's the human lord in charge of the western empire. "We all know that," Prince Jath replied.Lord matthew's son. "They're saying you have feelings for her my lord," Lady Mary said. She was also present in the meeting. "Are you all done?" Vador asked raising his brows."have no time for boring talks,shouldn't we be talking of how to stop the dark witches. I'm the dark lord and I decided to let Ava stay in the royal house,my royal house." "You cannot change a law that has been existing before you were born lord," Alanis said. He was a vampire elder who was over a thousand year.