Lord Voldemort Novels & Stories

“Humph! You mentioned that the blood clan killed your family… and you’re saying you didn’t know who’s the man behind it all?” ‘Victor… Victor Rosett,’ Lucian thought. It was then when he recalled the name of the vampire lord who caused his family’s ruthless death. “Your Majesty, I was ignorant. I now remember the name… Victor Rosett is the Vampire Lord who controlled the Liore Kingdom in the shadows. He is my greatest enemy.”

I violently slapped his massive hand away from my face and spat directly onto his crisp white dress shirt because the suffocating, burning hatred boiling in my veins completely overrode my rational fear of his overwhelming physical power. "The Volkovs have my brother right now," I screamed at him while hot tears of pure, unadulterated rage finally spilled over my eyelashes and burned rapidly down my flushed cheeks. "They are going to brutally torture and kill my only remaining family member entirely because of your sick, twisted obsession with me!"

Thought the threat was eliminated. They had no idea. James had been useful, a distraction, a way to keep the Wolf Slayer focused on external threats while the real work happened behind the scenes. But he’d always been expendable. Too impulsive, too obvious in his hatred. The true plan was far more elegant. I touched the vial in my pocket, feeling its weight. The spell was nearly complete, it just needed one more component. One more piece to make it perfect. Vera had been brilliant, really. Before her execution, she’d managed to smuggle out her research, her notes on the curse that had nearly killed the Luna and her children. She’d known she might not survive, so she’d prepared.

She had felt it now—the predator that lived under the expensive suits and careful manners. "I am Lord Erin Marrock," I said formally. "Second son of the werewolf royal family. Brother to the King. And apparently, father to the most powerful young werewolf born in generations." She sank onto my couch like her legs would not hold her anymore. "The Executioner." So she had heard the stories. Good. "Among other titles, yes." "Oh god." She buried her face in her hands. "What have I gotten myself into?" "You got yourself into this the night you decided to seduce a stranger in at an event"

Slowly, its form shrank and shifted into a human. A tall man with long gray hair and a face full of scars. He wore black leather armor with a crescent moon symbol. "Don’t be afraid," the man said, his voice hoarse. "We are here to help." "Who are you?" Revira asked warily. "My name is Volkov. I am a Lunaris," he said. Revira immediately pulled Ardan back. Lunaris. Rakar’s enemy. "We are not your enemies," Volkov said, as if reading her mind. "We are here to protect you and the Heir."

But tonight, she had watched a creature born of war and vengeance. “Monster,” she whispered, choking on the word as it left her lips. A cruel, cold sound that cut deeper than the stench of blood. Vladimir stood near the bar counter shirtless, nonchalantly pouring himself a drink. She eyed his body in the mirror. A deep gash across his shoulder that was poorly stitched by his own hand. He hadn’t even winced. “You should drink something. It helps with the trembles,” He said from there in a steely voice.

Lilith had spoken the truth—Aurora was terrified of him. He turned away sadly, staring at his mother for a moment before leaving the room. Without a doubt, his mate had gone through physical abuse at some point. Aurora stood frozen, shocked to the core. The man wasn’t just a vampire—he was the Vampire King. Who didn’t know about Draven Dracula, the bloodthirsty king capable of breaking the Alpha’s arms? He was known as the god of war, blood, and vengeance. This was the worst fate she had encountered.

"No, you're not, I mean you are a good sorcerer and good at what you do. As a wolf that almost lost his powers, it's sort of difficult for me. I haven't been able to wolf out fully ever since the potion," I said in a low mass tone and Vladimir seemed to have noticed my shift in mood as he moved closer to me as I was seated on my bed.

“NO, we don't! We came here to make a deal” I said to him my voice trembling. He raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Lycans want to make a deal with vampires… Haahaahahaha” He burst into laughter, finding my words amusing. My heart sank in despair. “You dare waste the precious time of Lord Vadka the ruler of the vampire kingdom” The famous Lord Vadka? From the tales I was told when I was little, he was the one who single handedly burn down the Lycan empire during the war, destroying everything in his sight.

His body seemed to sag and his voice was weary from all that was going on. The physician shook his head. "The girl chose her poison well. This is Voldemort's root." I stared at him blankly, not understanding what that meant but obviously, the Beta understood and so did my mother as they gasped in disbelief. "What?" My mother gasped. "But that is impossible. Where could she possibly have gotten it?" The physician bowed his head. "From me. She asked me about it this morning when she came to get his medicine. I had totally forgotten about that till now."