Voldemort: Origins Novels & Stories

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

Chaos was confused, he couldn't understand anything he was talking about. However, a sudden glimpse of information rushed into his mind, as the memories he was having a hard time assimilating helped him understand what these things were. Vampires were a race of supernatural Undead, the strongest of them all, they possessed endless lifespan and insane regeneration abilities, amazing talent with magic, superhuman strength, powerful magic eyes, and many other powers.

Adam's POV After learning the truth about myself twelve hours ago, I spent the night talking with my parents, then my wolf. I wanted to learn what I could about werewolves, so I decided to go to the library. Every book I read talks about our kind as though we are fantasy. To be fair, I used to think that way. I was sitting at a table in the middle of the library reading through my fifth book when I was suddenly overwhelmed with a jasmine and rose fragrance. It was so sweet and intoxicating.

Alkhun, just like the thousand people didn't expect the appearance of VIola Berhalksawan, one of the most influential people in the using the surname of their elite. The memories of the person in front of him were something he will never forget. After all, Viola was his first aspiration to study hard and became a mage. "Boring." Alkhun at the age of 5 with Wayne reading magic books. "You want t take a rest, Your highness." Wayne and alkhun didn't answer looking outside the window. There A young guy, unfamiliar to him, comes down to the carriage. Alkhun's ability to control magic was being developed at that time,

It was 2050 and he still looked like a teenager. “That was seventy-four years ago.” Amaya calculated. “Hmm. It was the exact year, the first founding members of the hunter community were murdered. They were killed by Vampires. According to this note the writer says, ‘the time is nigh. The founding members will be killed along with the hunters that want to see that we cease to exist.’ This letter was written by their mother, Gwendolyn O'Connor.” He declared running his fingers on the note at the bottom left of the note where the name he mentioned appeared.

Refusing to give up on his quest to find out the origin of these voices and the sinuous connection between whom he would only soon begin to fall in love with- Follow Zach as he discovers a side of him that could only scare the people around him for so long but along the way comes a compromise which he wouldn’t be able to make- -an endangering secret bound at the heart of a murder mystery that could only test how far he’s willing to go- -to find something as rare as love and at what expense to his mental health. * From those that brought you the critically acclaimed murder mystery, Vamp comes this all in all book that manages to shed light on the most sensitive topics evolving around the frai

His body seemed to sag and his voice was weary from all that was going on. The physician shook his head. "The girl chose her poison well. This is Voldemort's root." I stared at him blankly, not understanding what that meant but obviously, the Beta understood and so did my mother as they gasped in disbelief. "What?" My mother gasped. "But that is impossible. Where could she possibly have gotten it?" The physician bowed his head. "From me. She asked me about it this morning when she came to get his medicine. I had totally forgotten about that till now."

"Now tell me what that thing is… " He sighed and breathed in and out like what he was about to tell me was big. "That's wolverine." I raise my brows. It was a foreign word because I hadn't heard it before. "Elaborate." "I don't know… but it's the name they happened to tell us. I don't know the source if that's what you're asking me, but I suspect that they got it from witches. They had found a spell to create it, but apparently the person who created it had died a day after, and no one knew where she had kept the formula. When they brought it… the organization only had a small sample of it. It was the size of a baby's fist." He suddenly got uneasy about something, but sighed again as he cont

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body