Voldemort Novels & Stories

"But I'm going to. How are you still so calm, I will destroy you and take over the empires!" "I've heard this so many times you know,"Vador smirked. "I've got the protector Aiden," she said showing him the merged necklace"Without It you're Aiden and not Vador, and you Aleister couldn't you be smarter than this?I will kill you and you lover Aiden" "Don't you try to hurt her," Vador shouted trying to get out of metal chair. "Your vampire strength won't help you with this one sweetheart. It's covered with holy water,if you keep trying so hard you'll end up hurting yourself."

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.

“What do you want?” “For you to stop asking Becca directly about the potion,” the person replied. “I am Lucas Kade, by the way, and judging by the vampire stink in the air, you must be Alexander Insworthe.” He extended a hand to shake, smiling with his dimples popping out.

Blake’s POV As I ascend the hill with Alpha Victor, an electric tension fills the air. The moonlight bathes us, illuminating the path and casting long shadows that dance with each step we take. The transformation grips us instantly. Victor's Lycan, a formidable figure in its own right, pales in comparison to the sheer size and strength of my own. Standing there, I see the recognition in Victor's eyes as he nods subtly, acknowledging my power dynamic.

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.”

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

He must've been someone important because she could already tell he was someone powerful. "Pardon me, I did not introduce myself. My name is Rimidal V. Bram. As you have already discovered, I am the man that made Rodrick into who he is now," Rimidal introduced himself. Charlotte lifted her eyes for a moment up to him and caught him returning to his full height from a bow. When he caught her looking at him again, he smiled at her and forced her stare back down at her plate. She had never heard of a vampire by that name. But if he was the vampire who turned Lord Hunt, then there was no doubt that he had to be much older than Lord Hunt. Which would explain why he seemed to be so intimidating, a

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

And the vampires looked around to see what was wrong. Right there at the door, was a figure that would bring about a drastic change in their lives; a figure that was terror itself and a figure that depicted doom. Cups fell off from the vampires' grips, lips were wide agape and their body shivered as they stared at one man who's presence should be impossible. The most powerful and dreaded vamplord - Jaha.

They called themself vamolves. “He did it! Adron finally figured out how to use our own creations against us!” Sabrina said as she pulled up an image of one. “Now he is completely gone and is in his own underworld, we cannot get to him!” Althea cried out. The worry was evident on her beautiful porcelain face. Her silky white wavy hair was being blown behind her as she kept pacing around the room. Sabrina was almost her twin but she had green eyes compared to Althea’s sky blue ones.