Voldemort And The Death Eaters Novels & Stories

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!!”

(Lord Vorkhen Snow) Lord Vorkhen Snow, who was the first time in his life got the vicious wound from something that he can never comprehend. The attack was something that he has never known can happened, all he knows that it was very deadly and devastating to get, if it hits your heads then no matter who it was, death were the only results. In rage that now 5 of his greatest and important wizards has died a dog deaths, whether he want it or not, the plan of keep summoning the Demons army are now scrap. Now 4 out 5 has died if by miracle he can keep the Eric the only High Wizards that were connected to the Summoning Ritual alive, maybe the portal can stay opened. But with the mysterious oppon

Draco excitedly looked at the crown before he can enchant the spell. With Vincent's signal...All the four crystals i.e., Mars, Zenia, Marcus and Olivia raised their wands at the crown. "Attack," Vincent ordered raising their wands in unison at the crown. the rays of lighting from their wands and the crystal strikes the crown. Crown burst with a loud blast..., Draco started screaming. "NO! NO...nooo..." Draco slowly, slowly fades away and disappeared into fumes. Zohan enchants a spell at Lucifer and Dyna.

The spell casters tried to colonize the werewolves and had a plan to attack the other tribes after they defeated the Drottghes family. “Tell me, Voldemort. Where is my father and why are you attacking me? I'm the Alpha's son!” He shouted to the guy who is now laying on his right hand with a katana pierced on his stomach. “We never serve you because werewolves like us are not deserving to rule the world of Deshaun, only the Spellcasters have the power to do it!” Voldemort said that makes Flion angry. Before the guy could say another word, he pulled out his katana and swung it on his head.

High in the mountains of Romania, the Necromancer’s foul mood was evident as he sat at his magical table with the black wizard Viktor and the two remaining novitiates, Jordan and Rafael. Five empty wooden chairs pushed tight against the huge round table bespoke of the losses he had recently suffered.

"Hmm… Mr. Dante!" I said and felt delighted to see him. "I heard the news that you were able to survive a quest that was ranked S-tier, I still can’t believe it, although you've changed a lot that I almost didn't recognize you. I was kinda embarrassed at his statement since Mr. Dante was the vice-commander of Deathly Hallows, a famous group composed mostly of A-tier challengers. He tried to recruit me once as a runner during their raid, only that the commander opposed it so it didn't actually happen.