Voldemort Books Novels & Stories

So long that dust had thickly coated it but somehow, it still seemed to be boiling. Picking it up, I approached the doctor and asked him about it. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion that it was indeed strange. "Where did you find that? I thought I had disposed of it. That is an extract of Voldemort root. It is a poison that kills a human within an hour so, I would advise that you return it. I wouldn't want to be the reason why your master loses a maid." I smiled faintly as I returned to the stall. By the time I returned, the doctor had finished packing and handed the basket to me.

I found it burdensome, overwhelming, and intimidating. The position of Verso Witch was so much more my style. I knew about magic and healing. I’d been raised around the healing aspect all of my life and I took to the magical side of things like a fish to water, despite the vampire obstruction. I was still adjusting to being a vampire as well as learning how to use my magic to its fullest. I didn’t want to stop my lessons. My exposure to Sybil’s mutant-vampire world was minimal, and even less to Charles’s vampires. How could I rule kingdoms I knew nothing about and even despised? Surely there were others better suited for the positions.

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

"Follow me wolves, we are heading to the woods." Mr Derek said and stormed out of the office followed by Mr Damon and finally the wolves leaving only Emma in the office. "Finally, it's happening." She whispered with a smirk plastered on her lips. . . . SECLUDED AREA. A huge black wolf and a vampire were lying on the floor almost lifeless and a huge beast stood few metres away from them. "Now, I'm going to kill you first." Lord Voldemort thundered in his beastly form as he grabbed hold of Dorian neck and began draining the life outta from him.

And with a conceited smile, she also handed it over for Anne to discover. "T-This—" Anne was totally stunned at what she just saw as she uncovered it, and found out it was a large jar containing rare magic crystals. "It could be valuable to you, but it's nothing to me. I don't understand why that old hag gave me this though," Zelda admitted.

The real Bella. I immediately recognized that familiar looking book. I saw it among Bella's book collection when I first came into this world. It stood out due to its large size. But I had never opened it before. The title of that book was 'The Darkest Art.' I mean, even the title was suspicious. So what do you expect me to do? Call me silly, but I learned from 'Harry Potter' not to open any suspicious looking book. Who knows what's inside? Considering Bella's character, it could be housing the soul of a random dark lord for all I know. So, of course I didn't want to take the risk.

"No, the book is sacredly sealed and is impossible to break open without the chosen one who has claimed their powers or with the blood of the chosen one. That is why it is us against the supernatural world." "Why can't we just destroy the book if it is so dangerous and holds that much power?" "Remember when I told you that the book has a mind of its own? Well, it senses when an individual touches it intending to destroy it. Therefore, it kills the individual in question." Wow, how could such a book be created in the first place?

Abigail said as she sank down onto a chair with a defeated expression. “We’ll be the victors in this, “I assured her. “I just need to do a little prep work before we go into battle.” “Understood,” she nodded. “What do I do?” “Rest,” I said. “You’ll need it.” She draped her body over the chair and swung her legs absent mindedly while she watched me pour over the pages of the grimoire. With my strength returned to me and my magic intact, I speed read the entire eight-hundred-page ancient book -with one-hundred percent retention- within a matter of minutes.

Officers, security guards, press agents – the entire crowd parted ways. Humans are too easy to control, he thought. The slightest bit of mindbending, and they scurry out of the way like sheep. A vampire of the Blacktide Coven, Kyle had seen it all in his 3,000 plus years. He had been there when they killed Christ. He had witnessed the French Revolution. He had watched smallpox spread across Europe—and had even helped it spread. There was nothing left that could surprise them. But this night surprised him. And he did not like to be surprised.

“But over time, the darker vampire races followed them here, and in increasing numbers. The early wars in the colonies weren’t between humans: they were really wars between good and evil vampire races. “And the persecution of witches in Salem was just a front for a persecution of vampires. Wherever there is good, bad follows. A perpetual battle between light and dark. The witches who were persecuted and hung in Salem were all of the good vampire race. “This is why it would make perfect sense for your father to be buried here. Why Salem, in general, makes perfect sense. Why your necklace makes perfect sense. It all points to the same thing: that you are the one heir. The key to finding the sw