Novel & Cerita Voldemort Books

Gloriella's face twisted into a sneer " I won't kill you Nevaro, you'll rot in here till eternity since you didn't choose what's best for you!" She strode past him, opening the door of another room, she turned on the light and a glow of white light illuminated the room, lined up in a shelf were rows and rows of potions, metal chains and spikes, there were other shelves that were lined up with vials, she strode past them, stopping in front of a shelf filled with books. The books were lined up in alphabetical order, the same way Draco had left them, her heart ached at the memories, it all started when that little bastard was born, that was when everything started falling apart.

"I'm tired of just having to wait! I've been waiting, and now he's dead, and even I can't bring him back. Not even Lucifer. Neither anyone. I'm tired of all this. From the moment I arrived at this place, none of my choices have been respected. All of you have been inducing me to this horrible end. And I'm tired. I just can't stand all this weight on my back anymore. And I'm tired! Enough for me. Before anyone could stop me, I put the two books together on the floor, one on top of the other, and pulled Vraxlon's sword with a breath of my magic. At once, I lifted the dark blade and nailed its tip against the cover of the first book, passing the other until it hit the ground. Immediately, a dar

Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.” “I see…” Orion groaned as he picked a book from the collection, “harry potter and the chamber of secrets” “I see you're well versed in this lore..” Orion commented as they headed back to the general table. “Of course, who isn't, it was like a virus on the human world back then, everyone was well invested in that book.” “What was supposed to be a book for kids was widely loved by the adults…” “I mean, we wolves were poorly represented in the novel but I still love the book.”

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

With a sad smile, he answered. “I see. Then we have the same thought.” Roxanne smiled back, making Vladimir hand her the book he took from the shelves. "I understand; that is why you have the right to own that book. That book was written by my sister on the Deathly Blood she discovered and mastered before she died." He presented my wife with the family book that would be useful in dealing with my wife's awakened, untamed, but dangerous power. “Do you have the book about Bloody Saint?” Out of the blue, my wife wondered, almost catching Vladimir off guard.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Voldemort reported and pecked his mom on her cheeks "Hmmmmmm,yummy" Damien yelled from the dinning room with a mouthful of pancakes "Pancakes!" Voldemort exclaimed as he supersped to the dinning room leaving the woman outside who in turn laughed before joining the boys inside "Am going for a walk Mom" Damien yelled and supersped outside without waiting for his mom reply "Stubborn boy" His mother cursed as she cleared the table where they had ate with Voldemort supporting her INTO THE WOODS A young girl ran with great speed into the woods while her eyes glowed as she was been chased by a pack of wolves

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.