Voldemort Funny Novels & Stories

Tonya lets out a breath, “At least its not just me!” Both girls laugh. Vlad slows his speed and jokes, “If you can feel his feelings, then you know you two are making him nervous!” Jolene gasps. Tonya nods, “I know and I like making him nervous!” Vlad chuckles, “Women are evil!” All three laugh. Teago can't control his curiosity so he joins in and asks, “What's so funny?” Vlad jokes, “How women are evil!” Teago leans in and smells Tonya.

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

She would rather die than be left alone in this strange world! "V! What's wrong?!" "I---" V's voice was now deep and hoarse, with his monotonic tune, he seems hotter than usual. K Whatever gulped, "V?" V was huffing and couldn't help to let out what he felt... "Player... April fools... Come to daddy!" K blushed and replied, "Happy April Fools to you too, V, teehee~" On the author's hand, she grinned with a wide eye writing this nonsense parody. All she wanted to say is, gotcha! But kept on writing for fun.

And it was coming from the most absurd person. Someone who could change his feelings in a minute and possibly fire me the next day. I grinned. "How hard was it to get that compliment off your chest, Mr. Vilmorre?" He exhaled. "Harder than you thought. I nearly died." I laughed. For tonight, one joke turned into another and then another. Sometimes I laughed until I held onto him trying to breathe. A terrible habit I'd had my entire life. Mr. Vilmorre didn't complain. He sat there until I recovered from laughing and then would say the next funniest thing.

Chapter 27: Vampires Fight Phil looked at a beautiful thrush on a tree—it was the only bird that didn’t run away because it couldn’t feel the danger he presented. Chuckling, Phil jumped on the branch of the tree and grabbed the thrush. His eyes turned black as he mumbled, “Bring Becca Hertford to this jungle, will you?”

He snaps his teeth making her heart shaped face lose all color and puffed lips part with horror. Her heart is thumping faster than a techno song when she tries to wriggle away with no where left to go. Surrounded by the less than civilized of my kind. Young, stupid, or plain half bred vamps are a lot like cats playing with mice. It’s a natural instinct to respond to tell-tale signals of fear. There is nothing sexual about a cat playing or hunting. Same here. This is all for their twisted amusement, and it made me as King rather ashamed that I had punks like them in my ranks.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”