Tom Marvolo Riddle Lord Voldemort Novels & Stories

There is no good and evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it. ~Lord Voldemort, The sorcerer's stone •• January, 2009 South Africa Al'amir Belko woke up with a start, wiping a hand over his face as he tried to gain his bearings. Despite the Aircon on full blast, he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his body shaking–from what, he couldn't remember. Each breath of his was released with great difficulty he wondered if he was about to suffer a stroke. But it couldn't be possible, he was at peak health, despite the condition he was still in after the tragic passing of his wife six months ago.

He must've been someone important because she could already tell he was someone powerful. "Pardon me, I did not introduce myself. My name is Rimidal V. Bram. As you have already discovered, I am the man that made Rodrick into who he is now," Rimidal introduced himself. Charlotte lifted her eyes for a moment up to him and caught him returning to his full height from a bow. When he caught her looking at him again, he smiled at her and forced her stare back down at her plate. She had never heard of a vampire by that name. But if he was the vampire who turned Lord Hunt, then there was no doubt that he had to be much older than Lord Hunt. Which would explain why he seemed to be so intimidating, a

Vincent said begrudgingly, and his adorable face turned red from anger. He whipped out the magic wand that Zayn bought for him as a souvenir from Universal Studios. Vincent snarled, "I'm going to use Avada Kedavra on Bad Daddy!" Larissa didn't know what to say. "That's it," she thought. Avada Kedavra was the strongest spell. Vincent had always used harmless tools like the Crawly Dust or Burpy Dust to prank others. But if he intended to use Avada Kedavra, he must've been pissed.

Voldemort's voice rang out with venom, "You have some balls showing your face here." Aeron, attempting to speak, was silenced by another forceful blow. Voldemort continued, "Tell me why I shouldn't end you here and now." Aeron, struggling to find words, wanted to explain, but before he could utter a single sentence, Voldemort interrupted with yet another punishing blow. "That was not a question," he declared, his eyes ablaze with malice. Voldemort ordered the guards to lock Aeron up, proclaiming that the execution would take place the next morning. As Aeron was led away, his mind raced, grappling with the dire situation he now found himself in, and the uncertainty of what awaited him on the

Violet “Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out. “Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.” “Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.

The moment his palm nears it, The headmaster’s face drains of all colour. “No. No, no, no—this cannot be.” A hush falls. “What is it?” Professor Vale asks, voice tight. He didn’t even need an answer before realising what exactly went wrong. The headmaster looks up, horror tightening his jaw. “That,” he says softly, “is Morvath’s signature.” My stomach drops. Lucian, who had also made his way into the class, stiffened. Kael’s expression darkens dangerously. Morvath. This was the second time I was hearing of this, and when I checked – when I checked, a small chill traveled down my spine.

"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?"

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

tweeted King Richard Orlando with his more beaming eyes. But alas again, this time was immensely bad and deadly for both Mr. Serpent Win Mara and Virando. King Richard Orlando Lie didn’t direct his dark brown supernatural power towards his adviser’s body, but he’d missed his direction so that he directed his dark brown supernatural power towards the middle point between Mr. Serpent Win Mara’s red orpiment and Virando’s seven gems power.

I could feel the ointment was making the wound magically stitched itself back together, it was like having your skin pierced by small needles and sewn back together stitch by stitch. "Oh goddd...Maven, I need something for the pain!" "He will give it to you baby, just hold on to me...I got you, my love." Arkael cradled me in his arms. It was not long when Arkael gave the goblet and told me to finish drinking the concoction. I was gagging and crying to the foul taste, while at the same time I was gripping his arm trying to get rid of the pain. "Maven, get Sabina to my chamber and torture this crawler with thousands deaths and don't let him die," Arkael said sternly to Maven.