Voldemort: Origins Novels & Stories

However, the face is only slightly elongated and they stay the same height instead of grow into 7-to-9 foot creatures. Half-Blood Half Wolf and Half Vampire they are the most powerful race of creatures who are Celtics there have been stories of how they came to be but one of them is true Long ago i have now idear how it went but my great-grandfather said to my father this, there was a evil Wizard named Mucinior he was the must powerful druid he greened so much power he would kill any one or make them full him those how did follow him became his workers, some of the druids become so outraged with him they kicked him out and his followers but that evening the gods and the druids cast a spell o

But he didn’t get suspicious at all. “There might be. I think there should be. Because Original vampires were created by a dark magic by ancient wicked witches. So, there must be a way cure to them, but if there is, let me tell you, it won’t be easy. It will need a lot of energy of different elements in the world and getting those energy will be the most difficult work, I must say” said Young ho in a casual tone. “You think your father’s library will be having a book regarding it?” asked Lily curiously.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉. Vampires!. We don't come uninvited but once you invite us, we are free to come and go as we like. The fool thinks I'm a whore, he's digging his own grave by himself, my mate must survive I don't care how many lives will be sacrificed, I'm a centre of attraction but if a man can't control himself, I'm also a centre of destruction, I will destroy all the good things in his life, he will be left empty before I come for his life.

I thought about the key piece, and the Academy, and all the answers I might find there about what really happened to my parents. I thought about Prince Riven, and the way he'd looked at me like he knew I was stronger than I showed. Maybe it was time to prove him right. I stood up slowly, my legs shaking as I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'll be right back. I just want to... pick some herbs for the tea," I said to them with a smile. "Of course, sweetheart," Mama said. "Take your time." The Oylip and the Wolf's bane was exactly where Lyra said it would be, growing wild at the edge of the garden. I picked a handful of the innocent-looking leaves, my hands trembling so badly I could ba

Third Person POV “Let me tell you all my story first,” Valen said as everyone seated themselves in the living area and Talon held me in his lap. I am a hybrid but I was not born as one. Instead, I was turned by the Witch of Enchantments, Zelda. She was a powerful vampire-witch who controlled vast lands of the Wood of Enchantments. My parents were eager to start my training as a warrior as soon as possible and hence, they enrolled me with the Pack’s most revered master when I was only 5 years old.

“You understand of course that I can’t just be leaving it laying around for any old dick and hairy to find, right?” “Very well, I’ll still be needing that witch and a locater spell.” Voldin stormed from my office. Vampires always had a bad reputation, and Voldin was surely the prime reason why. If it weren’t for that fucking orb he would have killed me already.

“By showing you the path and way that you should follow if you want your reign to last. War is coming. Bigger and serious than whatever you faced before. The wolves would be decimated, killed. It’ll be a genocide. Vladmir would make sure of that.” “Who is Vladmir?” She frowned, “I thought you’ve met him. It’s in your visions.” “I don’t know who that is,” I coldly replied. “The vampire. His name is Vladmir, he’s ancient, old, and he wants blood, every specie blood including his own and you’re the first because you’re the one who defiled him, who locked his people and him up.”

To this day, Percy remains a steadfast loyalist to Matilda William, the Original, and the undisputed matriarch of the Swiss Dynasty of vampyres. The origin of vampyrism weaves a web of arcane lore and haunting truths, shrouded in blood and shadows. Some whisper that vampyres are the twisted offspring of dark rituals, birthed from witchery gone awry. Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure.

Aeron admitted. Voldemort sighed, revealing a side seldom seen. "I never forget a favor," he confessed. "You see, before your father became king, he had saved My family and I during an attack on my kingdom. Your father, then was just a patrolling soldier, had called his army to aid us, nursed us back to health, and we became friends and allies. However our, friendship soured when Your father became power-hungry and declared me an enemy for not joining him. Despite the betrayal, I know I owe your father for saving my life and kingdom. So, when Pelenore approached me, I couldn't refuse the call for help. So, here we are."

An inescapable prison where the first war between gods and men was waged. Some claim it was the Originals who ignited it. Others say it was the wrath of primordial gods being overcome. No one who now lives was there to remember it, but my father speaks of this time like it is memory. Like it is fact—foundation and still poetry—that he’s kept about the first evil that descended. And more still, champions who gathered from across the cosmos and rose to defeat it. The Veyorn — Darkling Elves of the Mountains. North Lords and the origin of all Vampyric races. Men who needed only blood to survive the lifeless and lightless caverns of the darkest realms.