Lord Voldemort Novels & Stories

"And what are those?" "First, the Vladers. They are the type of vampires who possesses mind reading. They are the strongest type of vampire so they are the first. You can only tell if Vlader is a vampire if they have bloodshot or red eyes. They lead the other vampires so don't try to fight them or you will be the first to die. And don't approach them, they'll know what you're thinking," Then Vlader is the man of my dreams. The strongest type of vampire. Strongest of all vampires. But… the vampire I dreamed about was not real!

"Very simple kiddos, I just have to kill her and eat her heart, then I will be the most powerful supernatural in the universe, it..." Lord Voldemort couldn't finish his sentence as a punch from nowhere connected on his jaw making him lose his stance as he took some steps back. "Kill her? You have to pass through me first." Dorian muttered, standing protectively in front of Summer. "No, you have to pass through us." Damon added from behind as he also joined Dorian and they both took a fighting stance. "Very well children, you have just signed your death wish." Lord Voldemort declared as his eyes took a shade of black and the hall

Unknown POV I've heard that members of that bloody pack are going out into the human world to find more information on her. We can't let that happen. We need to find a way to destroy her records. Any small thing could lead her back to the past. “More coffee sir?” Olivander took me from my thoughts and I nodded my head. “You have a meeting with two of the south land packs this morning sir. Some petty quibble over land again.” He said as he poured my fresh coffee. “And then later, you have a meeting with the human lords of the west.”

The spell casters tried to colonize the werewolves and had a plan to attack the other tribes after they defeated the Drottghes family. “Tell me, Voldemort. Where is my father and why are you attacking me? I'm the Alpha's son!” He shouted to the guy who is now laying on his right hand with a katana pierced on his stomach. “We never serve you because werewolves like us are not deserving to rule the world of Deshaun, only the Spellcasters have the power to do it!” Voldemort said that makes Flion angry. Before the guy could say another word, he pulled out his katana and swung it on his head.

Lord Yong asked. “Yes. A group of black magicians cast a powerful spell on him. They cast a deadly spell on him. The Dark Lord is a powerful wizard so it was not possible for them to kill him with their powers. So, they cast a spell of leprosy on him, as it was done through dark arts it was impossible to cure it.” He continued to narrate the whole mishap happened with his master.

Blaine said as she sat on the armrest of Camila’s chair. “I can’t go with you. I have work and bills to pay because, unlike you all, I don’t have a husband to save my ass.” “But you have—” I raised my hand to stop Camila from saying what she was about to say because I knew how his name still affected me. His name was like Voldemort’s—the Dark Lord. It had been three weeks since he left without even saying goodbye, and it didn’t only break my heart, he also beat my ego into a pulp. Didn’t I even mean something for him? Of course, I didn’t.

I blinked repeatedly, wondering how an academic institution began electing rulers. "His name is Vicious Velmor, his father built this school." Her next words threw me off immediately. Something inside me paused. "What did you say?" "Vicious." She repeated and my heartbeat accelerated. No, I immediately shook the thought away. Vicious wasn't an uncommon name. Well... Actually, it was a strange name. But surely, it couldn't be him. I mean he wouldn't be here right? Or would he? Absolutely not, he was too powerful yes, but he was also experienced with them, he's far too skilled with his powers to be here.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

My blade moved in a blur, cutting down soldier after soldier. In the center of the chaos, I spotted a golden banner. The Drakos High Lord. He was a mountain of a man, encased in ornate plate armor that was now caked in filth. He was trying to rally a small group of his elite guards on a small patch of dry rising ground. I pushed my horse through the knee-deep water until I reached him. I leapt from the saddle, my boots splashing into the muck. "Valerius!" the High Lord roared, his voice cracking with rage. "You used the mountain against us! Coward!"