Voldemort Funny Novels & Stories

I muttered as I smiled while I watch his own smile fade away. “Dumbledore Voldemort?? Supreme Alpha of the North territories??” He flustered as I could hear his heart beat so outrageously. “Yeah, him!!”

His eyes snapped to me the second I entered. “Selene,” he said, both relieved and nervous. “God, you actually came.” I smirked. “Of course. Better here than stuck with… you-know-who.” I leaned in, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Your favorite customer.” Victor blanched like I’d just said Voldemort. “Don’t say his name,” he muttered, his eyes flicking around like Raphael might materialize from the shadows. “You saw what happened last time. I’ve still got blood stained rags in the storage room from that psycho he took down.”

“But also… the way the characters chose each other, over and over.” Something about the way he says it makes my chest tighten. I’m mid-scoop of ice cream when he suddenly says, “Knock, knock.” I blink. “Oh no.” “Knock, knock.” “Who’s there?” “Vamp.” “…Vamp who?” “Vamp-ire believe how good this date is going?” I burst out laughing. Real, unfiltered laughter that has me clutching my stomach and nearly spilling my ice cream. “Oh my God,” I wheeze. “That was terrible.”

Marcus said, “Like how you’re a rare kind of your clan. I am a rare kind too,” “Oh,” Reva then turned her attention to Viktor. “What about you?” she asks. “Try me,” Viktor says. He started laughing and Reva sighed. “Why? Why is he laughing?” Theodore asks. “That’s my spell,” she said. They both smile. Marcus is slightly surprised because he thought Viktor is also a rare blood like him. “Stop, stop,” Viktor said while laughing out loud. This is their first-time seeing Viktor’s laughing. He looks more handsome. Reva stopped his laughter, Viktor felt humiliated by that.

I find it very amusing that Uhtred went from a big scary tough werewolf ready to rip my head off, to looking like a little boy on Christmas morning opening presents. All over chocolate glazed donuts. Note to self, throw donuts at Uhtred when he’s mad. I try my hardest not to laugh watching him stuff his face but when Viola starts laughing, I couldn’t hold it any longer and then everyone else joins in, even my dad chuckles.

Amell offered to try to lift her spirit. Standing up with his hands in his pockets the Vampire King gazed down at his shoes before inquiring in a small voice. "Can I join the party too?" "Why? Aren't your friends throwing you a party?" Amell scoffed. "I don't have any friends." Vladimir shrugged making the wizard look at him with a soft look in his eyes. Sometimes Amell forget how lonely it was on the top.

I emphasise the last word just to get on his nerves and point out how ridiculous he is acting. We glare at each other, but it doesn’t take long until the big bad dog gives up. Little does he know I have some experience with staring at others – after all, I was bought and tortured by Vladimir. I’ve seen worse days with that fucker. “Or else nothing because Kieran would rip off my head,” he grumbles. “Probably with like two fingers,” he whispers the addition, thinking I won’t hear him. God, this guy is cracking me up. He’s so hilarious.

“You've been with a girl who spends her free time killing guys like you? How the hell did you dare cheat on her ?” "Because she was with a vampire”. I grit my teeth. Harry explodes in a new fit of laughter. "It is not funny. The leach seriously tried to kill me”. "Oh yes it's funny. You should write a book !" I suppress the urge to beat the laughter out of the man. Unfortunately, he is right. It sounds completely ridiculous when I say it aloud. It dawns on me that I am actually laughing. It helps with the depressed mood. "We have talked to them about arranging a meeting". I become serious.

she said the words with utmost sincerity and seriousness, but it seemed liked the two boys in front of her were now trying to keep a straight face because they, in a million fucking universe, could not believe what she had just said. "A part of you resides in me? Oh woman, stop reading Harry Potter. What, you think you're Voldemort and I'm your fucking Horcrux?" questioned V. He was annoyed. On the other hand, Marco was chuckling. "I can't believe you're dumber than I thought," Ligaya said nonchalantly. "What did you say?" insulted, V tried to act threatening but was failed by the unforgiving wound on his belly.

Dang it, Charles; you couldn’t have taught me the whole spell! “Listen, if I don't get you to Charles in a few hours your face is going to stay like that, and as much as I hate that ugly face of yours, this is creepier than Voldemort. “He rolls his eyes, which have no eyelids by the way before standing up.