Voldemort: Origins Novels & Stories

END OF FLASHBACK "And that was how their love story began" Lord Voldemort said as he ended his story "So what does the story has to do with Summer" Dorian asked staring at Voldemort "You kids are so dumb,don't you get it yet?" Lord Voldemort asked with a smirk plastered on his lips "Get what!" Damon yelled angrily he was already tired of this man badderdash "Damien was my brother so Damien is her fucking father!!" Lord Voldemort yelled as an evil aura lurked around him and his eyes blazed with fire

I couldn't help but whimper at what I saw. While my face seemed okay, and I could see alright, my eyes had an eerie, clouded over appearance to them. I turned to get a look at my torso and whimpered at the sight of the bones of my ribcage sticking out from my skin, hollowed out, my organs able to be seen through my bones. Bile rose to my throat and I began to gag at how horrifying it was to see my innards revealed like that. My skin was broken in patches throughout my body like this, including on two of my legs. I whimpered. I got my wolf back, but she was exactly as Tyce said—a wolf that had risen from the dead, as if I were in a horror movie. I couldn't go out in public like this.

Mostly in fear that this dream would vanish and I wouldn’t get the answers that I want. “Our brother, Adron, runs…created the underworld. He has fully gone under and lives there now. It is a completely different plane and unfortunately, we don’t have access to it. Adron has created all the evil creatures that you have learned about, dragons and what not, but he has also created a creature called vamolves. When a vampire or wolf is on the brink of death, he will show up and put a poison in their body. This poison makes them have the abilities of both wolf and vampire.” Althea said looking sad.

The memory was seared into her brain. It flooded her with guilt and shame but it wasn’t enough to push away the butterflies in her stomach or the sweet throbbing in her neck where he had marked her with his teeth. It was short, intense and with a person whom she had never met before, a person that was like an abomination to werewolves. A human. Her heart leapt as she thought of her little act of rebellion. It left a bitter-sweet after taste in her mouth – if her kin were to find out –

Merfoy closed the book and remove his glasses. “Tried to analyze the situation, Seres gave him some of his red flames which makes him a sorcerer. Then your grandparents passed some of their green flames to him which helps him resist Seres’ manipulation, but do you know what makes him become a violet sorcerer? It’s because he already had the blue flame in him from the day he was born, and the three flames inside him mixed up causing a violet flame. We have two options here, first is to make those who gave him the green flame take it back, in that case, the red flame and blue flame only exist in him,” Merfoy said explaining it with his hand gestures.

Alister said sitting down on a ragged couch "It wasn't her fault, she was beautiful, but couldn't decide who to choose, Arthur or Lancelot, it caused friction between the two and they couldn't see eye to eye any longer. But not long after that Vlad stepped into the room making the entire table stand on guard, he only held his hands up, and begged for help" Villa frowned "He... Begged?" Alister looked at her and smiled "Ah yes, huntress, you know only the kind half of Rachel, you never knew what really happened between her and Vlad do you?" "I heard she lost to the taste of blood?" "No! She was completely in control, the truth is she was the first of the cult called the Necromancers, or as we

As an adult he had been drawn to death and had sought a profession that tried to combat death, or at least delay it. She had tried to deny her heritage and tried to become a wizard, but fate or nature had determined that she must become a necromancer. From the very beginning, his upbringing and his life experiences had prepared him for this moment, to take on the role of the necromancer. He had fought his inherent dark nature and lost the battle. Viktor didn't know where the charm had come from, but he came to him anyway, maybe he had read it from the book that his father always hid under the floor of the house and he had simply forgotten them.

They're Corvinus, Madam Sif, William the first and the youngest of them all, Vlad Dracula. Corvinus Micheal was the father of all werebeasts and as werebeasts categorised, he was the originator of all beasts ranging from werewolves, werefoxes, werecats, weredogs and werebats. He was the prime being that originated them all. As a matter of fact, he was deemed the oldest of the siblings.

The threads of magic writhed, tried to slip out, each of their movements dug into the vistolian like burning needles, burning his body from the inside over and over again. The strangest thing was that this spell was familiar to him. An almost forgotten vision flashed through my head like a bright flash. Perhaps if Giton had known that he had seen the teacher play the role of crying, he would not have been allowed to remember it. But that time was the only one when the student disobeyed the ban and secretly followed his father and the sorcerer into the dungeon of the castle. And then for a very long time I forced myself to forget that this was possible. Execution. The spell of the Origins, th

(Lord Vorkhen Snow) Lord Vorkhen Snow, who was the first time in his life got the vicious wound from something that he can never comprehend. The attack was something that he has never known can happened, all he knows that it was very deadly and devastating to get, if it hits your heads then no matter who it was, death were the only results. In rage that now 5 of his greatest and important wizards has died a dog deaths, whether he want it or not, the plan of keep summoning the Demons army are now scrap. Now 4 out 5 has died if by miracle he can keep the Eric the only High Wizards that were connected to the Summoning Ritual alive, maybe the portal can stay opened. But with the mysterious oppon