Tom Riddle Series Novels & Stories

Athena snarled and disappeared. "So Mr Handsome, I got the puzzle right so no more killings." Vala said to Ruthless "Two days." Ruthless said and walked past her. "And don't call me Handsome." He added. "But that was not part of the deal, we agreed that if I get the puzzle right you will stop Killing, forever." Vala said walking up to meet him and block the entrance of the veil prompting Ruthless to stop. "We made a deal Mr Ice and Fire and you must keep to that."

Joel was flung into the air and landed hard on the pavement, blood pooling beneath him. Chaos erupted. Esther stopped crying and stared blankly at the scene, as if she hadn’t fully grasped what just happened. The police quickly arrived, sealing off the area and launching an investigation. Tim was taken into custody, and Esther was rushed to the hospital. Meanwhile, I stood there, watching the scene unfold, feeling like it was all some twisted joke. Eventually, Tim was arrested for leaking corporate secrets and involuntary manslaughter. Esther lost the baby and spiraled into madness after the incident.

Thank you so much for reading Romerian Alpha’s Mate, book 2 in The Royal Wolf Of Zidiah series. I appreciate everyone’s support on my writing journey, and I thank you for taking the characters into your hearts from the bottom of my heart. You’re all amazing! Book 1, Alpha Verses Omerian, is also available on Goodnovel. Book 3, The Romerian’s Unwanted Mate, is available now!

Vera growled, her voice raspy. The room cleared instantly as people scrambled to leave. As Cole passed me, he shot me a glare and leaned in to whisper a warning, "Mylo, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death." I ignored him and just watched Vera’s slumped back. This was my rival. The opponent I had fought for seven years. I could defeat her, but I wouldn't let her be destroyed by something this pathetic and underhanded.

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

Another man stepped forward with a black bag, collecting everything from the crowd. Aiden was shaking and tears already filled his eyes. He looked at his arm and saw the bracelet Jonathan gave him. He slowly pulled it off of his arm and putt it in his mouth. The ring was still there. He was about to hide it but one of the man pulled him up by his collar and stood him up. Aiden’s breath hitched when he felt a cold gun pointed at his forehead. “Hey pal, you think we are joking here?” The man with the gun asked. Aiden shook his head violently in a, No.

She didn't tell anyone and… Sarah wouldn't have told anyone- that girl would keep her mouth shut even if she was punched to the death! "I said I'll handle this," Martha stepped away from them. "Let me handle this-" "There's no time for that. Creed is on their way here. Leroy's patient is wearing thin. He has evidence that these two gave Riddle information about him and his mate. My boy is furious!" Derrick said.

A second later, my pursuer caught up. A hand clamped over my nose and mouth, and a sharp chemical stench invaded my senses. My vision spun, and just before the world went black, the image of Leslie’s twisted, vicious face flashed through my mind. She had let me go on purpose. She wanted me dead. A week later, a headline exploded across the internet: [Unidentified Woman Found by the River Turns Out to Be Tiana Tolkien] Meanwhile, in a secluded mountain villa, I sat on a hospital bed, watching a video of Brandon in complete emotional ruin.

"Now that the students are secured. Can clean the rest of the castle. But before that, we have questions." At that, Erik turned to the big man seated on an equally big armchair and with an equally big mug of tea in hands, Rubeus Hagrid. "Hagrid, we want to know if you can shine some light on a doubt that we encountered today." Hagrid turned serious and sat more straight on his armchair. "I will help with all I can, Lord Ravenclaw." "Good man, don't worry, you are not in any trouble. What can you tell us about a person named 'T. M. Riddle'?"

She simply came to my desk, while I was half-buried under my Moon-code cipher assignments, and said, “Lord Riddle will be arriving tomorrow. He wishes to see you privately.” I blinked. “What?” “Lord Riddle. He’ll be here by nightfall.” It took me a few seconds to process. “He’s... coming here?” “Yes.” “Like—here here?” “Yes.” I stared at her. My heart didn’t skip. My breath didn’t catch. But something—something deeper, quieter—shifted in my chest. Like a puzzle piece rotated slightly, not locking into place, but brushing up against the correct edge for the first time.