Voldemort Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

It was a wooden dagger. “No!” I cried out and looked at Harry and the Physician “We are sorry. It was too late.” The physician said, “What happened, Harry!” I yelled with desperation, curiosity and shock. “Tell me!” I screamed and gripped the front of his chest. “He was last seen with Vladimir,” Harry confessed and my body vibrated with shock. “Vladimir? He will never do that.” I interjected immediately. He will never do that. He can not be the one who kills Father. He has served him for a good four years. Why would he?

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

The Dark Lord's eyes went wide with shock and agony as he stumbled backwards, screaming in pain. The sky itself seemed to respond to his demise, unleashing a torrent of rain as the Dark Lord's body began to vanish into nothingness. The vampires around him cowered in fear, retreating in disarray as their master met his end.

They stopped at a big hall which had a deadly aura as the men pushed the teenagers inside the dark hall "Well,well,well and who do we have here?Hello Summer or should I call you Niece? . . . . . "Do you know my dad?" Summer asked staring at the strange man "Of course yes infact we were brothers" Lord Voldemort said as he finally came down from his throne revealing his handsome but evil face "Really,so you knew Mr Jerald?" Dorian asked as the man cold gaze fell on him

The candlelight in the hall wavered, casting his face as handsome and composed as ever. A laugh rose in me out of nowhere. My lips moved, but no laugh came. The wound hurt too much. And my chest hurt too. I looked down at my arm. The blood was still flowing. Where the silver had grazed me burned fiercely. To a vampire, silver was a fatal weakness. But to a human, so long as it missed anything vital, it was just a wound that needed dressing. Next to the illness slowly devouring my life from the inside, a cut like this was almost nothing.

"Scream as if I am dead." I screamed. The sound ripped through the forest, a raw, animalistic cry of grief, rage, and profound loss. I screamed until my throat was raw, until my lungs burned, and then I screamed some more. The Council arrived, drawn by the sound. The old man led them, his white eyes gleaming, his gray skin stretched taut over ancient bones. "The half-blood has done it," he declared. "She has killed the pureblood." He approached Niklas's still form. "Finally," he murmured. "After all these years, the Vollbrecht line is—"

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.

I didn't feel anything strange, the people closest to me were now far away somewhere so that no one would tell me what was wrong with me. My death just came without giving me the slightest glimpse of it. “Hi.” I looked at a girl who was now entering my gloomy “prisoner” room. Sunlight can only enter between the narrow vents above the pitch-black window. I once tried breaking the glass, hoping that the magical power of my vampire or of wolf-shifter could help. The effort was successful, but in the end, it was in vain. I managed to get out of the window only to find me caught again. Dozens of guards who are all not ordinary human beings surround the whole area of Hugo’s residence.

I scanned the room quickly, searching for anything that could give us the answers we needed. “Here,” I muttered, grabbing a vial from one of the tables. The contents were dark, almost black. I could tell it was a sample of the mutated virus. This was what we needed to understand the changes that were taking place. Just as I was about to seal the vial, I heard a loud crash behind me. I turned to see one of the infected stumbling into the room. It was slow at first, dragging its foot, but then it seemed to notice us. The creature’s eyes locked onto mine, and it let out a low, guttural growl.

Just then, a comment in the live stream caught my attention. [Sophia knew full well that valedictorians would always end up committing suicide, yet she still scored so high. Is she perhaps lowkey suicidal?] [Very likely. Seems like Sophia has wanted to die for a long time. If that’s the case, she’s definitely going to die tonight.] [Ugh, another valedictorian’s going to die. I’m starting to wonder if there’s some kind of curse.] I was taken aback and suddenly thought of something.