Lord Voldemort Novels & Stories

I froze, my eyes darting to Nathan's who told me to remain calm via the mind link when my eyes glowed almost immediately the topic was brought up. "We have already concluded what we were supposed to be discussing, Conrad. If I have any disputes with vampires, be rest assured that I will sort it out so that it does not come to your borders." "So it is true then? That you have found your mate? And that she is truly nothing but a slave to a Vampire Lord? And not only that but to Cassius?" He pressed on, his tone lazy and mocking, deciding to ignore the anger in my gaze. I fisted my hands, trying my best to suppress my wolf.

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

“It’s like you said Megumi, you make them see what they want to see and not the real thing” The watch made a sound showing it had stopped counting. Everyone must have drank a lot for it to take effect that quick. He placed his hands over her eyes and he took in her appearance. Sweaty and stinking because of her vomit. A little bit swollen and the look of pure pain, with the way her eyebrows were scrunched up. He stood up and looking around there was nothing that caught his eye to take. He wasn’t a thief like the rest of them, so there was no need to take anything.

I asked. “No, Shannon.” He closed the distance between us, eyes hollow. “I see the misery I have wrought in her. All the pain my work has born.” He tucked a tendril of hair behind his ear. It rustled faintly, like the serpent crown of before. He watched me shiver. He reached out his hand, ran his fingers through my hair. I was too jarred to pull away. “I see myself in you.” “No! You are not the Voldemort to my Harry Potter!”

My lip quirks with arrogance as I open the compartment and pull out an old scroll. As carefully as I can, I unroll the scroll and recite the ancient scripture. As soon as I do, a buzzing sound fills my ears. Locusts explode across the room, darkness covers the land, and the earth begins to burn. The ground shakes and shudders until it’s cracking open and clouds of power erupt around me, submerging me inside slick, white armor that sticks to my body like liquid silver. Stepping forward, I hold my hands above the horsemen’s seals and channel my power into it until they each break apart. Power bursts forth from each seal until it sails off and searches for its masters.

The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with lots of curiosity, and it was starting to get disturbing. " Can we skip to the part where you test my blood? I have to watch a movie" I said agitated. I was already feeling mutant-y and a bonding session with two doctors wasn't exactly on top of my list at the moment. " I apologize for that, he's always that way" my dad jumped in and apologized respectfully. Mustache man who didn't appear annoyed by my demeanor waved his arm dismissively. " We won't take much if your time" he said whilst taking out a syringe and a small-sized glass tube, the kind we use in science labs. He also took out a glass bo

His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel. His power is greater than that of the most powerful witches and appear to be almost impossible to kill with human weapons, as their wounds heal in a matter of seconds without causing the slightest pain as if stabbing a puppet. The Dark Lord is a trickster in the greatest degree, able to whisper in the ear of men exactly what they want to hear, manipulating them to make the most nefarious actions, with the promise of power, wealth, health and everything that anyone could want. His magic, as rough as it is mainly based on bloodshed and violence of all sorts, to the point t

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.

Alex nodded. His affirmation cast a few doubts on all present in the room, especially Princess Fleur and Mr. Jakob. Alex shook his head in resignation. They would have to see it with their own eyes to believe him. “Well, if you refuse to leave, fine, I will tell you the truth. Lord Lex is the victim of a voodoo spell. Right now, a little demon is latched onto his body, sucking the life out of him as we speak.” “What?!” “I beg your pardon?”

However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara. Hugo slammed the book about wolvire onto the floor firmly, feeling extremely angry with him himself and at the special girl. Reksa, the lord devil who Hugo thought had complete control over Barbara, did not help the man with the scar on his cheek by saying that he could have asked the devil directly, without having to search meaningless ancient books.