Voldemort Novels & Stories

There is no good and evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it. ~Lord Voldemort, The sorcerer's stone •• January, 2009 South Africa Al'amir Belko woke up with a start, wiping a hand over his face as he tried to gain his bearings. Despite the Aircon on full blast, he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his body shaking–from what, he couldn't remember. Each breath of his was released with great difficulty he wondered if he was about to suffer a stroke. But it couldn't be possible, he was at peak health, despite the condition he was still in after the tragic passing of his wife six months ago.

“I like nap. But only if nobody says I have to.” Theo let out a low laugh. “You really went and made two humans who are the perfect combination of every annoying thing in your genetics.” I shot him a look. “Excuse you? Those blue eyes and that steel jaw are not from me, thanks.” Theo went quiet for a beat, something flickering in his eyes. That name we never said out loud, but that always hung there like a shadow in the corner of the room, slipped between us for a second. Italian Voldemort.

Then, he quickly followed the vice principal’s lead and folded his robes, placing them on the table beside Wángzǐ. And I'm not going to be coddling you ." Hikaru swallowed hard, not liking the sneer on Wángzǐ’s face or the glint in his dark eyes. Smoothing a sweaty hand down his shirt, Hikaru stumbled the two steps with his wand in hand. Yatagarasu Wángzǐ looked elegant and lethal, a slender figure in black at the other end of the gleaming length of wood. Hikaru may have been responsible for getting rid of Voldemort, but he knew that the man before him was a truly formidable and powerful wizard.

I couldn’t stop shaking. “Stop the car.” I cried. “Huh?” Nick was confused. “Stop the car,” I snapped. Nick pulled up on the side of the road. I jumped out of the car and doubled over and threw up on the grass verge. A ripple of emotions followed as my stomach churned again and another wave of vomit proceeded. Nick flew out of the car and ran over to me. He grabbed my hair up into one of his hands holding it out of the way while using his other hand to run small soothing circles on my lower back. The touch and motion grounded me enough to stop vomiting. I felt the calm coming back as the adrenaline was dissipating from my veins, I wiped my mouth and slowly stood.

“Whatever you know for your mother, remember? Better start talking.” She inhales a shaky breath and sits down. “The vampire lord's name is Dario Vitale. He's ruthless, fearless, reigns over three kingdoms because he's constantly waging war against tiny villages owned by witches. Some people say they've never seen him, and others who have described him as a young man whose beauty can make you sin.” I cross my leg, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stare at her. “And the kingdoms he rules, what are their names?”

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

No man had ever seen my bare body, not even Miguel. “Now, turn around,” he instructed, and we obeyed. The room was deathly silent, save for the sound of his footsteps as he approached us. “One, two, three, four….” He counted until he reached the final number 15. “Many call me the devil in a human’s flesh, others call me Voldemort. However, I'm just a simple man, and if you follow my instructions, you will be in my good books. Otherwise, you wouldn’t wanna live to see what comes next. From today, you answer to me, you belong to me, you report to me, and take instructions from me, until you get new masters.”

I was stuck to the ground, weeping. “Tyrion, you caused this—” I sniffled and wiped my runny nose. It seemed I was going blind. I couldn't help myself any longer. The little strength I had in me was already consumed and there was no hope of returning home again. Dizziness overwhelmed me. My palms reached to the floor as I tried to hold onto something. A figure appeared before me. He was a man. He looked familiar. His scent too was one I inhaled at the resort. “I hate you, Tyrion—” everything went blank.

But tonight, she had watched a creature born of war and vengeance. “Monster,” she whispered, choking on the word as it left her lips. A cruel, cold sound that cut deeper than the stench of blood. Vladimir stood near the bar counter shirtless, nonchalantly pouring himself a drink. She eyed his body in the mirror. A deep gash across his shoulder that was poorly stitched by his own hand. He hadn’t even winced. “You should drink something. It helps with the trembles,” He said from there in a steely voice.

He might be able to stop the voodoo worm, but he was not able to kill it or expel it right away. “Stop wasting your energy.” Cyclops ridiculed and teased, “I put the Castilan Voodoom Worm into her drink, and it’s already in her brain now. If you can’t cure it within a certain period of time, the worm will eat her brain. Then…” His gaze turned frantic as he scoffed. “She will die a terrible and slow death. I bet it will be a scene to look forward to! And, you can only cure the spell with a specific antidote. Nothing else works. Hahahaha!”