Voldemort Books Novels & Stories

I lowered myself to the ground before it and sat in such a way that my legs spread and joined by my feet leaving two triangles on both sides. As soon as I reached for the spell book, I felt a cold chin run down my spine and my wolf jumped within me to show that she’d felt it too. I opened the book and swiped the pages until I reached the section that was dedicated to control and my eyes skimmed over the various spells that were before me until it landed on the oldest trick in the book. Voodoo dolls.

She thanked Viktor and opened it with the key she kept around her neck. Inside lay the prophecy pages, yellowed with age, and several things she'd collected over the years: a vial of blue liquid, a silver dagger with strange markings, and a small book bound in black leather. "Is that what I think it is?" Viktor asked, eyeing the book. "The Oracle's grimoire," Ingrid confirmed. "The only thing that might help us now." She opened the book carefully. Most of it was written in a language she couldn't read, but certain pages had been marked with dried flowers—pages with pictures she understood all too well.

a masked attendant asked at the entry gate, his tone clipped and professional. “Dorian Gates,” he replied, slipping the black card from his coat. The man scanned it, nodded once, and gestured forward. “Welcome to the Black Auction, Mr. Gates. The bidding will begin after the ceremonial tribute.” Dorian stepped inside, and the world transformed. The grand hall was a cathedral of shadows and decadence. Velvet drapes the color of spilled wine lined the walls, chandeliers of obsidian crystal hung like predatory eyes overhead, and the air itself seemed heavy with perfume, smoke, and danger.

The Little Mermaid popped out at me, as did The Emperor's New Clothes, but I thought maybe a story that people are foolish in public wouldn’t be the best choice. Then I looked around some more and picked up Floca’s Moonshot: The Flight of Apollo 11, Lewis’s The Wolf, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Dahl’s Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and a few others. I paused at the Harry Potter series, but while the girls were old enough, being werewolves, for the story, I knew the sizes of the books would put them off. Next year, I thought. They’d have handled textbooks by then and wouldn’t be so rapidly opposed to books an inch thick or more.

The dragon said as she waved her hands and the statue became dust. "Farewell, Leader of the Sakhorah Vampdragons, I hope to see you soon!" The Humanoid Dragon said and the mountain Door was open. Vic exited the Cave and he could see Spiro fighting with a beast, it was still a basic tier beast. "Gosh, this boy and his silver sword." Vic laughed to himself before remembering something, "Heck, my eyes." Vic had forgotten that his Vampdragon Eyes was still activated. He knew if Spiro could see him like this, he will be afraid of him.

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

"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?"

He knew because her eyes didn't move through the lines, nor did she turn the page after a long minute. He cleared his throat. "I know you have more guts than other ladies but I didn't know you were bold enough to read such a book in open space, Lady Lewis." Melrose lost her thoughts when he heard Lord Knight all of the sudden. She met his gaze and her eyes narrowed in suspicion when she saw the taunting mischief in his eyes. Realizing what he said, she looked at the cover of the book and her lips parted in shock. She almost threw the book! What the bloody hell! What she was pretending to read all this time was an explicit book!

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

I trembled with genuine fear for the first time since my arrival to that nightmarish kingdom. “Well, well, princess,” Prince Vogel purred with the same sultry tone I noticed with Abigail, Luthias, and Geo, “It’s indeed a pleasure to finally meet you. I have been most eager for this moment, I assure you.” A surge of energy shot through me when he placed his hands on my shoulders. His lips were cold and dry when he pressed them against each of my cheeks. I had no idea what he was, but I guessed he wasn’t a mutant-vampire. Since Sybil made a point of emphasizing my marriage to him would prevent a war, my guess was reaffirmed. Could he be part of the New World Order? I’d heard they possessed