Voldemort And Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Hе was looking at Liam Bеlow and Liam was 6 '4. "Nicе to mееt you too Mr Draco" I hеard and rеalizеd I had spacеd out. "Do call mе Viktor." Hе said and told us to sit. 'This handsomе vampirе was my matе.' Thе shock of it all was almost suffocating, and I strugglеd to maintain my composurе. It was unhеard of for wolvеs and vampirеs to have any semblance of a relationship, lеt alonе bе matеs.

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.

He was like a bird and I was the owner but then he was all I have and I would rather be in pains just to make sure that my pretty, innocent bird doesn’t die. It was meant to go on just like that not until when he clocked 13 and I clocked 11. That was the last of him I could remember not until I bumped into him yesterday. And like a thunderstorm, all I could remember was when he said, ‘I, Dumbledore Voldemort, rejects you as my mate!!’

Elena had already passed out and I was just sitting down there like a helpless person in order to fill them. I heard the door locks on the doors and after a few minutes the door suddenly opened before Griffin walked in with a frown on his face along with Voldemort who came directly to me with chains in his hand. "Hey Voldemort, who are you doing?" I asked while coughing because the smoke was starting to get to me which made him glare at me. I watched as Griffin immediately carried her out of the room in his arms and after Voldemort finished with his business he literally pulled me out of the room.

Dominic said, now looking at the window. I blinked, now concerned about who this guy was. “Does he have a name?” “Yes, but it is like Voldemort to Harry Potter as it is to us. We do not take his name.” he said, and even though he gave the Harry Potter reference which meant did read or watch some of it, I understood that he was not joking. This guy must be dangerous. “Please tell me you are not going to sell your life,” I said, concern washing over me for him.

asked Vulcan in a stuttering voice. "No, it is not. This is real, Vulcan,” replied Albus, smiling triumphantly. “Dragon! You are indeed a dragon! " exclaimed Vulcan, still in a state of shock. "Yes, I am a dragon!" Albus replied firmly.

Voldemort muttered and smiled before he also supersped into the woods . . . . . "You guys are late for dinner as always" A beautiful woman with a frown on her face said immediately she sighted the boys running towards her "Momma!!" Damien squealed like a child before hugging his mom making her chuckle in the process "You cheated" Voldemort said as he hit Damien on his chest while laughing "We are sorry Mom, Damien was just been so playful" Voldemort reported and pecked his mom on her cheeks "Hmmmmmm,yummy"

I sobbed, tears spilling hot and fast down my cheeks, the metal of the gun freezing against my burning skin. "If they want you," Draco continued, his voice dropping to a hypnotic, terrifying purr as he traced the cold steel down the hollow of my throat, pressing just hard enough to make me gasp, "they're going to have to cut you out of my cold, dead hands. Because nobody takes my property. Nobody. I wouldn't even mind if they walk right that door with you on the table while I fuck the hell of you." Before I could draw another breath, before I could scream, the distant, muffled sound of a shattering window echoed from the hallway below. The war had arrived at our doorstep.

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.