Voldemort: Origins Novelas e Histórias

“Something like that actually happened? How come?” “I know it was hard to believe but it was true,” Jonathan said as he leaned on the shelf. “That was the reason why His Majesty was more powerful than others. He was originally called ‘Specimen Eleven.’ He had no name, just that. Every blood of the strongest Vampires who ever lived are in his system. Every full moon, they had the kids fight each other in an arena. They considered the ones who died as defective products. And when they saw how outstanding Specimen Eleven was, it triggered their darker and more obsessive side.

"About the originals. About how we prepare." "And?" "And I think we need more than an army. We need knowledge. We need to understand what we're facing." I looked at him. "You know more about Vladimir than anyone. Tell me everything." Caspian was quiet for a moment. Then he began to speak. "Vladimir was the first. Ten thousand years ago, he was a human—a warlord, a conqueror. He drank from a spring that was sacred to the moon goddess, and she cursed him for his arrogance. He became the first vampire—immortal, powerful, but forever bound to darkness. He could never see sunlight again."

Thick muscle shifts beneath sleek dark fur while dark eyes track us the second we enter. A thick leather collar circles its throat. The dog lifts its enormous head immediately when Leon walks in. “Jesus,” I whisper before I can stop myself. Every survival instinct I possess lights up at once. Leon steps beside me, close enough that heat radiates from his body. “His name’s Nero.” Nero rises slowly onto all fours, every movement looks powerful enough to break bones. I swallow hard. “Does he bite?” Leon looks at me, there’s something unreadable in his expression. Something darkly amused.

Jadis laughed. "I won't say I'm surprised you're now a dark witch," Ava said moving back as Vandora's skin changed color. It was now black. "Since you brought this human vampire into the royal house to live i knew you would fall for her.Vador,I do not have powers to foresee the future like Aleister but I knew something was off about her. I gave you everything dark lord. My body,my blood,my love but what did you decide to do? You went outside and brought a human vampire." Vandora said trying to keep her cool.

Damon straightened a little. “In these rare cases, the vampire nature may stay dormant from birth. The fangs don’t come in, the thirst never fully wakes, and the child may even appear human until the first taste of blood. Only then does the true vampiric nature come out.” He looked at my parents. “You said she was adopted, right? Do you know anything about her birth parents?” My parents exchanged looks. “No,” my father said. “She was a foundling. We took her in as a toddler. Nothing more is known about her.”

"Are you going to tell me this isn’t what it looks like?" "Enough," said Icarus, his voice sharp as a blade. "Enough riddles, half-truths, and metaphors. She has the right to know." Vardam closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. And then spoke, his voice hoarse, drawn out. "Your mother was a wolf of pureblood lineage, daughter of a respected Alpha. I… I was a warlock. But we met. And we fell in love." He looked at me, his eyes glassy. For the first time, Vardam seemed human. Vulnerable.

"After Darius and I met the council, one member in particular held a strong interest in me." "Voldemort?" I suggest. Wynter turns to look at me, suppressing a laugh. "Yes and no. Yes, that's who I'm referring to, but no, that's not his real name. His real name is Salacia Raith. He was the predecessor of Valerio Rossi, the original high vampire. I will get into more of that later though. For now, you just need to know that Salacia was the one that was intrigued by me."

“Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves it's own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.” - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. ****** Next Day Advika was hesitant from inside yet she smiled at Arunima who fed her breakfast. She knew her whole family was supporting yet she needed to fight her own battles.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.