Voldemort Deathly Hallows Part 2 Novels & Stories

He was like a bird and I was the owner but then he was all I have and I would rather be in pains just to make sure that my pretty, innocent bird doesn’t die. It was meant to go on just like that not until when he clocked 13 and I clocked 11. That was the last of him I could remember not until I bumped into him yesterday. And like a thunderstorm, all I could remember was when he said, ‘I, Dumbledore Voldemort, rejects you as my mate!!’

He was dead. “You were something, Vladya. You cheated death last time. You exerted so much power that yours was greater than that of the potion. Rest well,” I said as I closed his open eyes.

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.

Like a witch in trance, he opened his mouth and said the name of the one who ordered him to kill the vampire. “Insolence!” he barked at the male witch. “And for this, you shall pay your life, filthy witch.” Alaric Emrick raised his right arm and pointed his right index finger at the middle forehead of the male witch. His eyes clouded and turned to white. The black poison spread out from his middle forehead creeping fast into his veins and arteries until his entire body was painted with it. His body turned to charcoal and smoldered before it burst into powdered million pieces of black ashes.

he called her and she raised her eyes to his face. "Abigail's dead." Lorraine felt her world crumble at his words. She began to sob. She had known that one day, Abigail will have to die before sge becomes a threat to everyone. What broke her heart was that she was the cause Abigail had been turned into a vampire. If she had not taken her into the woods that night, she'd still be alive. ****** Lightwood was coming alive again from its slumber little by little, with gossip on the mouth of everyone, every street.

The result was vaporization The moment he touched me and I screamed I managed to vaporize him at the spot. In that instant everyone stopped Both werewolves and vampires who were about to clash, halted I noticed the vampires slowly step back but o did not care, at this point I was willing to vaporize every one. I went and knelt down in front of his body and wept bitterly, I have never felt this kind of hurt in my life, there was no way Ronther could come back. He was dead

I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back. He doesn’t seem to notice. He’s staring at the scene in front of us. The hallway is empty, and the door to the first dorm is open. Inside, two students are on the floor, their bodies twisted and broken, and blood seeping from beneath them. The floor is speckled with blood, the smell sickening. I hold my breath, but it doesn’t help. I wince and look away. “Do you know them?” I ask, still not looking.

She felt the world around her went silent at the horror in front of her. Few guards now lay dead with blood pooling the ground. Vlad and a few man dressed in blacks stand at the hallways while Vlad stand sin front of her. He was laughing like a mad man while his hand was holding Kaelan long hair which is now attached to his headless from. Kaelan lifeless eyes was bulging out and his mouth fills with blood. From the look of the headless body on the holding a silver sword with purple handle on the floor, Eve knew that it was Kaelans. Eve staggers back but only to hear voice, so evil and hateful whispering to her.

Whether Harry thought Cole had suffered enough or simply didn’t want to waste more time on him, he swiftly twisted Cole’s head off, leaving a decapitated and dismembered corpse. The hall now held two lifeless bodies. Those who had been eager to play heroes stood paralyzed, perhaps fearing they might be next. Even the heads of the Lucas family couldn’t bring themselves to look me in the eye. They understood that even if they gathered the remaining werewolves in the clan, they wouldn’t stand a chance against me, Harry, and the two high-ranking magicians.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie