Tom Marvolo Riddle Book Novels & Stories

Empty. Good. No whispers. Just rows of books that smelled faintly of dust and old leather. I drifted between shelves, trailing my fingers along worn spines. “Herbs of the Southern Marsh,” “Defense Spells of the Fifth Era,” “Principles of Alchemy.” My guards hovered like anxious statues. And then— I stopped. My hand froze on a spine I hadn’t seen in years. The leather was scuffed, the gold lettering half-burnt, but my heart recognized it before my mind did.

Twisted. Shifted color. White turned gold. Gold deepened to crimson. And the relic shattered in the priest’s hands. Not explosively. Disintegrating into ash. Silence crushed the courtyard. The clergy staggered back in horror. One fell to his knees. “You’ve corrupted it,” he whispered. Lily stared at her unburned palm. “No,” she said softly. “I completed it.” The words were instinctive. Not rehearsed. And the air trembled in agreement.

The First Wolf's presence pressed against her skin, not threatening but watchful, like a parent observing a child from across a crowded room. The tunnel beyond the door was narrow and winding, the walls covered in phosphorescent moss that cast a faint green glow over everything. Elif could see shapes in the stone, figures that seemed to move when she looked away but froze when she looked directly at them. Her wolf was restless, pacing inside her chest, unsure whether to be afraid or curious. The shadow that remained from Kara's gift was quieter, almost reverent, as if it recognized this place from dreams older than memory.

“Hey there Miss Daughter-of-a-former-king-who-defeated-everyone-during-the-exam” “You’re a nuisance Mister Son-of-whoever-your-parents-are. Don’t call me irritating names. Get lost!” “Care to give me some advice Miss Brownies-and-muffins?” “My advice for you is to stay away from me Mister Ungrateful Thief!” “Whatever. I’ll be in a duel with your fire friend. Any tips” “What fire friend—” I remembered that he is up against a royal mage who has fire attribute. He’s up against the coldest and ruthless-looking guy among the three.

I was having doubts, but as I passed the bedroom, I heard her laughing out loud, so I knew she was excellent. ◼◼◼ Now here I am, trying to relax and have a short peaceful time to myself. As I got some books to read, a small one caught my attention. It was the small book that the Count gave me; I had forgotten about that book. Deciding I should continue reading and try to see what was all these riddles about. I took a seat on my balcony table and started reading. So far, it’s about riddles, nothing concrete, that can explain what’s all this about. The riddles mention love, hate, wars, power, rock, sacrifice, and blood. There are also some runes and some words in Latin.

Reaching the glass box, the girl let her fingers glide along the smooth letters chiseled into the golden rim. “The Magicae Book.” It was a breath on Andrew’s lips, falling against her cheek so differently than the stinking guard. It was sweet and low, as if the word was magic itself. Elaine tried to lift the lid, but it didn’t budge. Words trailed along the sides of the glass, the metal seeming to shine against the pain. Reading quickly, she breathed. “A riddle. It opens with a riddle.” Andrew chewed his lip, reading the words from over her shoulder aloud in a hushed tone. “Don’t push her too far, or you may find your adventures to be through. But on the draw, the stroke, the streak, the lad

“My goodness.” Rivyn laughed. “You are considering using me as bait?” my voice rose at the end in scandalised horror as I realised his plan. “Well, it is one way to get the dragon out of his cave. I’d make sure to rescue you, at the end, of course,” he finished with a laugh. “This should do it,” he drew Coryfe to a stop and swung himself down, placing the spell components out before us before remounting. “How is it that you know the location of all these books?” I asked him as he remounted behind me, taking the reins.

"Unbelievable! I can't believe it. I am right! If I hadn't learned the riddle by heart, I would never have realized its meaning that was hidden under my nose." "From your words, I take it you have found the answer finally." "Yes! I am certain," Apollyon finally revealed a genuine smile. The first one he had for a while. A smile of satisfaction that was compatible with his childlike face. "I subconsciously knew the answer. It was always there, yet, I couldn't see it. Scarlet, teal, orange, red, although all these are separate words, their beginning seems to form another word with an entirely different meaning. However, something still misses. Something more. Mithril, bloodstones, rubies, emer

And if there's not, well, sex with Jake in any position of my choice here in the library seemed tempting either way. "Revelis Intermorta," I said. Gold flecks surrounded the book and around my fingers the instant I said the spell. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jake in awe, looking all around us at the bright hue covering us. I smiled, turning my attention back to the book, trying to keep my focus on it.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va