Lord Voldemort Novels & Stories

She whimpered in a submissive sound and I squatted down next to her I rubbed her belly and she purred affectionately. I was suddenly thankful for how used to carcasses I was from the years of torturing, because her form was not for the squeamish. But then, another thought came over me, and I realized how amazng she was. She was terrifying and would be so perfect in a battle. The other side would be terrorized by this demon-wolf, and I was flooded with pride that she'd be my luna, fighting beside me.

Mostly in fear that this dream would vanish and I wouldn’t get the answers that I want. “Our brother, Adron, runs…created the underworld. He has fully gone under and lives there now. It is a completely different plane and unfortunately, we don’t have access to it. Adron has created all the evil creatures that you have learned about, dragons and what not, but he has also created a creature called vamolves. When a vampire or wolf is on the brink of death, he will show up and put a poison in their body. This poison makes them have the abilities of both wolf and vampire.” Althea said looking sad.

Because he had his feuds only with the vampires, and he was well aware of their existence. In the meantime, the dark sky gave chilly winds, and an ominous aura had spread throughout the woods. The thunder roared in the sky all of a sudden, the clouds covering the moon completely. The portal between the vampire world and the human world opened up in the Bellmor jungle, and a caramel-haired man stepped into the human world with an evil smirk plastered on his face. All the animals in the Bellmor jungle started to run away from him, sensing his strong presence. “I am here to acquire the potion myself since my dear brother seems to have gone astray,” mumbled Phil Insworthe.

I asked, he gave me sarcastic look, I gave him the what did I say look. "That is not Dorothy father, dummy". I glared at him for calling me dummy. "What, that was what your mate called me also, I see no reason why I shouldn't use it on you ". This guy is crazy I thought to myself. "The black wolf is your voldermort, I hope you remember what I mean". He said, before I could process what he just said, he turned back into his brown wolf, my sweeter falls round him and he ran out of the forest without looking back.

“I learnt you’re Amara Collins, a new personal assistant to my best friend” Best what? I’m so fucked up right now. “I just started working here today so I didn’t really know how high and mighty you are, my lord” I replied mockingly. “I like you, shorty. You’re fearless. Almost everyone I’ve met gets scared of me” Okay! Hold up, lord Voldemort! “There’s nothing really scary about you. You’re just a big boss” I replied half smiling “Don’t worry yourself too much, my eyes are on you. I’m a really busy man so I’ll see you later, little devil”

The scene was blurry due to the crowd but Somalia’s face was clear. Laurence was shot on his shoulder as he got distracted. Falling on the ground, he started crying. It wasn’t in pain though. He was taught that man never cries and yet he couldn’t stop his tears. He was devastated and tired while the enemies started ganging up on them. Seeing how helpless his brother had become, Vorak picked up the sword and tried to slash the enemies. His movement was like a child who received his first sword at his birthday, clumsy and aimless. However, he had no choice but to continue. After all, he couldn't make an effort to see another member of his family die. Unfortunately, Vorak didn’t have God's visi

Students from our old high school and university mingled, uncaring if they were even of legal age to drink as everyone had a red cup in their hand. My gaze searched for the one person I’d come here for, but I didn’t find him or even his friends. They were called the Lords. It was a cliché but not when you look at the families they each belonged to. Dante Morelli. Oliver Romano. Allister Hale. They were the kings of ELU, untouchable, feared, and worshipped in equal measure. Someone bumped into me. “Watch it!” The girl growled. I blinked at her back as she disappeared, my heart thudding in my chest at the unfamiliar setting I was in. For a moment, I wondered if I should just leave. Maybe anoth

“I like nap. But only if nobody says I have to.” Theo let out a low laugh. “You really went and made two humans who are the perfect combination of every annoying thing in your genetics.” I shot him a look. “Excuse you? Those blue eyes and that steel jaw are not from me, thanks.” Theo went quiet for a beat, something flickering in his eyes. That name we never said out loud, but that always hung there like a shadow in the corner of the room, slipped between us for a second. Italian Voldemort.

He dragged himself across the floor, his eyes fixed on the open doorway. I watched, numb with horror, as he crawled past me, his face pale and contorted with pain. He was dying, but he was escaping. Right behind him emerged Vladimir. He stood at the edge of the darkness, his immense frame filling the broken light. He was covered in blood—some Damon’s, some his own from the grazed rib—a terrifying, unstoppable engine of retribution. His eyes scanned the room, instantly calculating the positions of his enemies. "He is yours, Volkov!" Damon wheezed, managing to scream the words toward the open door. "He is yours!"

“Whatever you know for your mother, remember? Better start talking.” She inhales a shaky breath and sits down. “The vampire lord's name is Dario Vitale. He's ruthless, fearless, reigns over three kingdoms because he's constantly waging war against tiny villages owned by witches. Some people say they've never seen him, and others who have described him as a young man whose beauty can make you sin.” I cross my leg, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stare at her. “And the kingdoms he rules, what are their names?”