Voldemort: Origins Novels & Stories

That would make him a step closer to his plan. The Shota's magic was the darkest kind of magic that existed thousands of years ago. It was darkness without form or origin and was destroyed, or rather, imprisoned away by the ancient Council. It was erased from existence and history, but through the years, Vladimir somehow learned of it, and his coven of witches made a crack within its prison walls, giving him access to it.

He was like a bird and I was the owner but then he was all I have and I would rather be in pains just to make sure that my pretty, innocent bird doesn’t die. It was meant to go on just like that not until when he clocked 13 and I clocked 11. That was the last of him I could remember not until I bumped into him yesterday. And like a thunderstorm, all I could remember was when he said, ‘I, Dumbledore Voldemort, rejects you as my mate!!’

Lord Voldemort". "Voldemort, i thought he died in the war?" Damon asked Derek. "I'm also confused Derek, Damien killed him but how come he's alive and even got some spys in the school?" Damon replied with a question as confusion was written all over his face. "He didn't die Derek, instead he bacame much stronger and much powerful, he became the over Lord of darkness." Emma replied and her smiled widen. "And I'm sure he's gonna enjoy killing you both."

“ This tattoo was something that was given to me by a dark wizard, I had a hard time keeping it restrained. Only the blood infused with dark magic can break through the dark spells that are cast on a person or a thing.” As he spoke the red blood that was dripping down on the voodoo doll slowly turned dark and then it started to ooze a sticky black liquid which dripped from the edge of the counter and then gurgled on the bottom of the floor before it started to rise and formed the shape of two human beings while the one on the left was completely deformed while the other figure formed a figure of a woman. “ This must belong to the dark wizard since it’s impossible to track them down without t

“But to explain the importance of the potion, I will have to tell you a story.” “Sure,” Becca mumbled. “Diva was the Moon Goddess who was blessed with the powers of a vampire. She was the origin of the vampires seven hundred years ago. Everything was going perfect under her reign, she was the one who signed the peace treaty. Until one day, she abandoned the vampire world, leaving the vampires with no leader to rule. That was over one hundred years ago.” “Who took care of the vampire world then?” Becca asked him.

The devil took Bara's memory not without reason and he and Hugo made good use of it, taking advantage of the girl's memory void with minor manipulations that culminated in Bara's distrust of those closest to her. Bara’ parents knew what the consequences would be if they simply let out the dark power that the girl had in her bloodstream. Bara may be predicted to be the owner of holy blood, but that is if the owner is not a wolvire and was not born in the red moon on the night of Kliwon Friday. The combination of all that creates an uncertainty that anyone needs to be aware of, no matter if the owner is trained from the very beginning.

The doctor just gave him a knowing smile and proceeded out the door. Dayanne, as he heard from the convenience manager awhile ago, is already breathing steadily when he went closer and sat beside her bed. Her brown locks scattered around her pillow. The wounds are already covered with gauges but her blood's scent still lingers. He could not explain the extreme attraction of her scent on him. But he's starting to feel possessive of her. He tried to consult their elders. They all agreed that she must be a part royal. Since the books all explains that human monarchy was chosen by old vampires who picked nobles based on their blood quality.

But the last step placed was the rings of Sol and Luna, not only as a symbol of unity between the wolves and vampires that day, but the magic the rings hold weakened Vlad so he may never be as powerful as he was, so future generations should they have to face Vlad can stand a better chance, and may the losses of those attempting to stop Vlad be less than the first. The Velvitali had no part in it, they wanted not to be involved in the fight against the dark lord, knowing it spells doom for all who faced him, rather they stayed behind and watched, blaming the Vladimir family for this dark horizon, and left it to them to find a way to lighten the future. Lilith only heard the stories, she coul

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

I noticed a small couch in a corner and took a seat on it. "Do you always watch me every night?" She suddenly asked me breaking the silence. "Since you got attacked," I confirmed and she nodded. "You're quite calm for someone who just learned that completely fictional characters actually exist," I pointed out. I've noticed ever since I told her that I was a vampire she kept a calm expression as if she's been told the exact same thing her whole life. "I really don't know either. I just feel this weird sense of belonging." That's probably the effect of the sacred book on her. She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing.