Voldemort: Origins Novels & Stories

"Jet, I'm warning you to stay away from Ranz and I want to tell you that we're done already?" " Why? Is it because of Vlahdy? Do you know what the first time I saw that guy, there's something different from him? I sense that he's a vampire and once that ill know his real identity I'll gonna kill him right away." "How dare you! How can you know if he's a vampire or not? I'll tell you. You will never know the real identity of Vlahdy. Stay away from him!" "No, you are wrong! Do you see this? This is a perfume I made it to know who vampires are. This is a perfume I first use for Moana. After smelling it a vampire will collapse for a second but will gain consciousness after ten seconds. It's so

The spell casters tried to colonize the werewolves and had a plan to attack the other tribes after they defeated the Drottghes family. “Tell me, Voldemort. Where is my father and why are you attacking me? I'm the Alpha's son!” He shouted to the guy who is now laying on his right hand with a katana pierced on his stomach. “We never serve you because werewolves like us are not deserving to rule the world of Deshaun, only the Spellcasters have the power to do it!” Voldemort said that makes Flion angry. Before the guy could say another word, he pulled out his katana and swung it on his head.

It minimized my risk of discovery. Made vampires were those who were bitten. They were essentially frozen in time from the moment that they finished their transformation. There was no heartbeat and could not reproduce. They also could not endure the sunlight. There were many legends surrounding the origins of our species, but for every truth there were hundreds of alternatives. That was what made the truth difficult to pinpoint. My father once told me that our archives held the truth, so he shared with me what that was. Three very powerful witches had banned together to create a powerful type of creature that would be able to help protect those who needed protection.

"Anna descended from the bloodline of a very powerful witch. The witch Annika." "I know that name," Draco's frown deepened. "I must have seen it in a text somewhere." "She created the first vampire - Vladimir, " Mitch added and Jones nodded. "SO what does this have to do with anything?" "Vladimir wants his ultimate power. He does not want to be threatened by anything," Mitch replied. Draco leaned back against the cane chair and looked up at the ceiling. "The mountain ashwood. Your uncle used it to put him to sleep for centuries."

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

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

If Vladimir finds out about his magical powers and that he has suppressed him all this time, he will be furious and come after them with all his might. "I do not believe that a gypsy can discover that he is magical because he has suppressed this magic for so long that he does not even know it. He must remember that Vladimir is an old vampire. Over the decades, we have made him forget that he had magical power before he can remember. When he was a baby, and he used this magic by accident, we would make him stop. By the time he was three years old, he was not using his magic anymore. He has forgotten that he has magical powers. It is better if it stays that way and nobody else interferes with

she said without thinking at the time. “Do you understand what this means?” Irina made comments, her face beaming with excitement. Cyrille’s lips pursed. “Yes,” she exclaimed delightedly. “Now is the time for...” “Vlad hunt/Vlad hunt!” They said happily in perfect harmony. Both ladies squeal with great joy. “Zai, this is the sign we’ve been desperately looking for!” “Indeed! This is our chance to prove to the entire world that Vladimir’s bloodline does not yet end and that it continues to thrive even in the twenty-first century!” Cyrille gasped loudly with gusto.

My father was a vampire, some believe you should only mate with your own kind, my parents believed in the mate bond. My mother was exhiled from her pack, my father from his coven, that was fine, they were forgotten, until they had me... That's when the council decided they had to destroy me. I have always been aware of what I am, half wolf half vampire, a hybrid as my mother called me, I know the powers I could possess, i got my wolf, Nova at 16, but until I'm 18 I won't fully know my power. My birthday is in two days, I need to hide until I get my full strength, then I will get my revenge, I will kill all that were involved, first I need to survive.

Violet “Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out. “Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.” “Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.