Novelas y relatos de Lord Voldemort

Viktor asked relaxing against the couch. Esmeralda just stared at him not understanding what all this meant. Seeing that she didn’t understand, Viktor smiled. “You don’t expect to win a war, where you know nothing about your opponent. That’s a very foolish move. Lorenzo is called the devil’s Son because he has a way of knowing everything that you’re up to. He’s all seeing, as some may claim. I won’t be surprised if he already knows that we’re scheming together and what we’re planning.” He said and there was a hint of disgust as he said it.

His eyes snapped to me the second I entered. “Selene,” he said, both relieved and nervous. “God, you actually came.” I smirked. “Of course. Better here than stuck with… you-know-who.” I leaned in, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Your favorite customer.” Victor blanched like I’d just said Voldemort. “Don’t say his name,” he muttered, his eyes flicking around like Raphael might materialize from the shadows. “You saw what happened last time. I’ve still got blood stained rags in the storage room from that psycho he took down.”

It is custom for servants and slaves to study the histories, languages, and practices that will make them most helpful to their new masters. Learning about humans was the first time I saw a being who looked like me. People without horns, claws, fangs, and other demonic markers that made them favorable. Upset as I was at first, I was relieved that I could no longer be fed from. Vlademyre insisting that I could not be bitten, which upset Daddy and his Generals because I could no longer serve my purpose in healing them. It seemed like the only thing Daddy and Vlademyre agreed on was that I was never allowed to me alone with a man. Not even my brothers. This was a rule for all of his daughters t

But then, a presence entered the room that froze the air in my lungs. Vladimir. He strode in like a phantom, his dark robes trailing behind him, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light. The remaining rogues fell back at his arrival, cowering before him like the slaves they were. Lucien growled, his Lycan form still fully shifted, his golden eyes locked on Vladimir. I could feel the rage radiating off him, a palpable force that threatened to ignite the room. “You shouldn’t have come here,” Vladimir said, his voice cold and calculating. He looked at us as though we were beneath him, mere insects he could crush without effort. “You’ve only hastened your own deaths.”

At the center of the group stood Lilith, a powerful vampire sorceress known for her cunning and ruthlessness. "We cannot let the werewolves believe they have won," Lilith declared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Draven's defeat is only a temporary setback. We must awaken him and reclaim our dominance." A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. One of the elders, a vampire named Vlad, stepped forward. "There is a witch," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She possesses the power to bring Draven back. Her name is Morgana, and she dwells in the Dark Woods."

Caer leaped to his feet and shook himself, his claws clicked against the stone floor. The large Grey wolf of Thorr towered over all North London Delta wolves. Thorr might have some distant alpha blood in him too with the way he was tearing through any enemy in his front, but his mind was not in the fight. He kept his nose fine-tuned, ready to catch a whiff of the familiar scent. Suddenly, the scent came. He looked up sharply. "Lydia!"

The rest of the Delonghi also sensed something was wrong, stopped casting spells and began to look around. Vic froze, afraid to make an extra move, all the dead looked in his direction. Deloh the sorcerer, who was trying to break through Kim's defense, was the first to understand what was going on and turned to the Wistolian. Their eyes met. Vic smiled wryly, blue flashes flickered in his black eyes, he slowly rose from his knees and straightened up, his lips uttered a single phrase almost soundlessly: - Destroy everyone!

Of course the last part wasn't necessary, but trust Matteo to turn everything to a threat. But Leo looked at me with puppy eyes and for a second I wanted to be Jasmine in Aladdin and pet him. But I can't risk losing an arm "Leo doesn't harm things that are mine." At that moment it was when Leo decided to purr, he rolled on his belly and gestured for a belly rub. I looked confused, what happened to the flesh eating tiger? Was that night a hallucination? "Viktor can you excuse Laura and I." It was still hard to believe that the high and mighty dark lord spoke to his employees with respect, Viktor per usual, responded with a nod and a low grunt.

the way he had reacted to Allicin, his mysterious disappearances, his unpredictability, and his seemingly flawless nature. As the darkness consumed her, Raven knew one thing for certain. Lumiére was a vampire, and not just any vampire, but the High Lord himself.

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.