Lord Voldemort Novels & Stories

Energy cracked in the air, thick and heavy, like a storm gathering too close to the skin. And then he walked in. Ciro Hitchdulf. Warlock. Exiled heir to the fallen House of the Ashen Throne. Rumors said he bathed in dragon blood, had a wolf’s temper, and never spoke a promise he didn’t break. He wore darkness like it was stitched into his very muscles, black leathers, storm-gray eyes under obsidian lashes, and a mouth that looked carved to ruin. He stood across the stall, eyes locked on her like he’d already decided something. She felt it in her bones, heat. Not the type she brewed into tonics or steeped into healing charms. No, this heat crawled. It stirred her blood.

“You understand of course that I can’t just be leaving it laying around for any old dick and hairy to find, right?” “Very well, I’ll still be needing that witch and a locater spell.” Voldin stormed from my office. Vampires always had a bad reputation, and Voldin was surely the prime reason why. If it weren’t for that fucking orb he would have killed me already.

My father hadn’t been a saint, but he hadn’t been a coward either. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kieran leaning against a tree. The vampire didn’t bother pretending to blend in. Blond hair catching the sun, green eyes half-lidded as if the whole affair was beneath him, hands tucked lazily in his coat pockets. He looked like he was watching a performance he wasn’t particularly invested in. I almost laughed. Of all the guards Perth could’ve sent, I got this one—the bored angel who looked like he’d rather nap through the apocalypse.

His fingers trembled in sequence, and words of ancient time flowed from his lips—words meant to bury thoughts, destroy identity, and distort the will. The spell struck Emereah like a storm. She fell to the ground and cried out. STOP!" Alexandria shouted again, pulling out her dagger, but Vladimir thrust his hand out and threw her back with a burst of dark magic. She rebounded off a marble column, crashing to the floor. Vlad's blood-shot eyes locked on, hastily inhaling and exhaling, as his hair remained ineptly tossed. "You will not take her away from me ever again," he snarled while gritting his teeth. "She belongs to me. My Luna. My queen."

They stopped at a big hall which had a deadly aura as the men pushed the teenagers inside the dark hall "Well,well,well and who do we have here?Hello Summer or should I call you Niece? . . . . . "Do you know my dad?" Summer asked staring at the strange man "Of course yes infact we were brothers" Lord Voldemort said as he finally came down from his throne revealing his handsome but evil face "Really,so you knew Mr Jerald?" Dorian asked as the man cold gaze fell on him

What is he going to do to me? He pulls something else out from the box, a small stamp with the letter M on one side. He presses it against his chest, and I'm almost positive i can see it heating up. I've heard about Nati vampires having special powers, but I've never seen if for myself before. Fire. His power is fire. Oh, fuck, he isn’t going to brand me, is he?! I try to pull my arm away from him, but he holds onto me tightly, his eyes never leaving my own.

He was one of the most terrifying figures active across the world. The last person beside him pulled down his blood-red cloak, revealing a stunningly handsome man in his early 20s. He had blood-red hair, blood-red pupils, and blood-red fingernails. However, he was no ordinary figure. He was Alucard Ludendorff, a high-ranking vampire archlord.

“Okay. I understand. But please Marley. Be careful. They know you’re out there.” “Who?” “The other Coven Leaders. You thought Korin was bad. If someone like Othello got you— Absinthe would not be able to do a damned thing about it.” Who the hell was Othello? I didn’t know a thing about the name, or who he was, or his importance. “Who’s Othello?” “Othello is the Lord of the Vampires.” “Absinthe is a Lord too.” I’d met Korin… he was a Lord, and other than being a creep, he wasn’t that ba—

Aeron couldn't help but mutter an expletive as Pelenore's disappearance unfolded. The soldiers wasted no time, taking Aeron captive and ushering him to Voldemort, the ominous ruler of the land. Voldemort stood up, his imposing figure casting a shadow as he approached Aeron. Mockingly, he spoke, "Look what the cat drags to my doorstep. The oh-so-mighty alpha King." He bowed with a smirk, and as he rose, he dealt Aeron a brutal blow, splitting his lips and drawing blood. Voldemort's voice rang out with venom, "You have some balls showing your face here."

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"