Voldemort: Origins Novels & Stories

Jasper answered and said that he had been training those Drudge Vampires for so long because he guessed that there was going to be war starting from that day, when the heart of the Vampire that craves for Human's blood began to beat. The Cadicarat that was made hundred Centuries ago between the Alpha of the Jules' Werewolf pack and the Lord of Vampires has certainly broken; if not, how come the heart of the Vampires that craved for blood had suddenly come back to life and it's now beating. No one knew what the Cadicarat between the Alpha and the Lord of Vampires was because it was a secret that they died with.

Michael asked, full of doubt. "Reread it; maybe there will be other information." Jake pointed at the device Emma held. Emma continued reading. "Vampires have their types and levels." Emma looked again at her two colleagues, who asked her to continue reading. "The first is Origin, a vampire of pure blood descent. This type of vampire is a vampire born from a vampire marriage. The speciality of origin vampires is their physical strength, like werewolves and yeti. The difference is that original vampires are stronger than werewolves, but werewolves have more senses and speed. It's different from Yetti, who is stronger than a vampire but stupider and slower," said Emma, reading with a strange f

“You will be magically scanned and sorted based on your raw essence. You cannot lie. You cannot refuse. You cannot transfer houses.” Great. So the damn castle was going to assign me a magical Hogwarts on crack dorm based on vibes and trauma. Below the announcement were the four house entries, each with a crest, quote, and glowing bullet points. House VARGHEIM Crest: A snarling wolf’s head surrounded by crescent moons and barbed thorns Quote: “Loyal to the end. Vicious from the start.” Accepts: Shifters, battle born witches, bloodline bound heirs, monster kin

Lily asked. “Like Voldemort, he put pieces of his soul into objects so he could live forever. Evil fucking bastard, with his snake head.” Cyrus explained. “So, you’re actually turning Lily’s beautiful story into a kid’s story about a wizzard villain?” His mate April asked, rolling her eyes at her Cyrus. We all laughed. Cyrus always had a movie or song lyric to quote to explain a situation. “It’s not like Harry Potter. You can’t resurrect us using our grandkids.” I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide.

"I hope that you're not seriously considering that I've somehow become one." "Not exactly," Gabriel said. He went around the desk to his chair where he grabbed a dusty old tome off of his bookshelf. He swept some other books and papers off to the side to place the tome down. "And do you know how the Vampires originated?" James scoffed. "Not even the Vampires know how they were created for certain. I've heard stories ranging from Judas Iscariot rising from the dead the night after he hung himself, to the Descendants of Cain theory, to the Children of Longinus theory, and another one going all the back to Cain and..." his voice trailed off. "Cain and Lilith being the progenitors," he whispered

Then a scream of pain. “Son of a bitch!!!” the little one screamed as the euphoria of the bite left her, and the pain of stopping it and killing the being that had given her the pleasure tripled her pain. He watched as she took off her black long-sleeve shirt, looking around until she found a precious vase. He stared. She wouldn’t... sure enough, she went over and began vomiting black goo into a Ming dynasty vase that had been priceless before that little thing was even born, and now she was vomiting into it. He watched her purge herself of the virus in an almost fascinating mix of horror and anger at her unabashed use of one of his priceless things, then just as quickly, she pulled out a li

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't get to know you. I'm sorry you died alone. I'm sorry for everything." I reached into the chest and touched the bones. They were cold. But beneath the chill, I felt something else: paper. I pulled it out. A scroll, ancient and yellowed, sealed with wax that cracked at my touch. My hands trembled as I unrolled it. The script was archaic, predating my father, the Council, anything I had ever encountered. Yet, I could read it. "The blood of the First Wolf cannot be destroyed. It can only be passed. From parent to child. From generation to generation. But when two half-bloods unite—when the broken blood joins with the broken blood—the First Wolf is reborn."

“It was a different time where I grew up. Vampires and some humans lived harmoniously together. Vampires protected humans with the understanding that the humans were to be a food source. Some vampires housed humans just for feeding, and after years of ‘service’, they would turn the humans into vampires as a reward.” Claire understood, “Your parents wanted to be vampires. How old were you when they decided that? Who turned them?” Her curiosity was getting the best of her. So many questions were running through her head, but she couldn’t seem to say them aloud. “My parents never lived long enough to become vampires. Sloane killed them in their sleep. He then took me under his wing and raised m

Being one of the originals, it was a big deal which is why she had more options than most were allowed. You’ll probably hear a lot about pure bloods through this tale. It basically means that we never mixed with mortals. Our blood is old, powerful and untainted. I really don’t get into how that’s possible. More Hail’s cup of tea as he’s the Caretaker. Boiled down this simply means Hail is my right hand, and a historian slash advisor. Roman’s my left, and Kai is kinda the legs I stand on.

That was his signature and mode of feeding. With Vader and the other guards behind him, they proceeded into the Prison. Jaha was a cursed hybrid - a vampire and wizard. He was known as the first hybrid as his mother was a witch and his father, a Vampire. They had both died years later. With his special powers, Jaha grew up to be soul-hungry. He was the most dangerous and most dreaded VampLord - always inflicting pain, not just to the wolves, but to the vampires as well. He had been ruling over his father's coven - Rabid Shadow Coven - but that was never enough for him as he wanted to conquer all. He wanted every coven to be ruled by him and the rest of the VampLords out of the way.