Voldemort's Horcruxes Novels & Stories

*** Whoosh! Boom, boom, boom… Alex held his daughter to his chest and had run into Hermione at least five times already. His swords had killed off four of Hermione’s mirror images. He initially thought that Hermione’s mirror could produce copies of herself indefinitely. Still, it seemed that no matter how much she copied, she could only have seven mirror images out at one time. That meant that seven was her limit. Moreover, after he had killed four of her mirror images, Hermione had only maintained five mirror images after that. It further explained that she had already reached the point where she couldn’t summon more mirror images with her cultivation base at the moment.

And as seconds passed, so did her movements stop; it began with her speech, to her eyes, her limbs, until she was frozen and encased in a pitch black crystal, with four keys surrounding it. The circle slowly faded and so did Ekron. The time he had left, was bound to the Zodiac circle, and without hesitation, he summoned his greatest warlords. He was slowly losing all form, but he couldn't leave things be this way; sealing Vyorn was never the end of her. The snap from his fingers formed four cupsized crystals, hovering over his open hand. "Rek tiem uhlanor yreit --" The spell he whispered drew thick dark drops of liquid leaking from his body, rolling down his arm, and out.

"No, the book is sacredly sealed and is impossible to break open without the chosen one who has claimed their powers or with the blood of the chosen one. That is why it is us against the supernatural world." "Why can't we just destroy the book if it is so dangerous and holds that much power?" "Remember when I told you that the book has a mind of its own? Well, it senses when an individual touches it intending to destroy it. Therefore, it kills the individual in question." Wow, how could such a book be created in the first place?

Her personal belongings were gone. He rushed back downstairs to the dining room. Two items sat on the table. The first was a small obsidian vial containing a dark red liquid and strange residue. Kael picked it up. The familiar scent of dark magic hit him. His face went pale. The remains of a termination ritual. The child was gone. Their child was gone. The second item made him freeze completely. It was a palm-sized wooden carving of a wolf. The craftsmanship was crude, clearly the work of a child.

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.

We had to hasten things up. When I was done, I pulled out the remaining items from the drawer. When my dreams started, I made a promise I would do anything to stop Vladimir from achieving his goal and gaining access to the dark magic. But just in case my plans didn't work out, I had to have another plan. The Vortex. My mother had mentioned it in one of her Grimoires I had gone through at the Black Blood Pack. It was both dangerous and powerful and made from onyx stones. Jaskier has been helping me out with it, but it was far from complete.

“Even if elves can’t have kids the normal way, what if the Queen made them to store part of her energy?” I leaned over and shouted over the rush of wind, “It’s elfs, not elves.” He ignored me. “She might be keeping herself protected by not having her energy all in one place.” “You mean like a lich keeping its soul in a jar?” “Sort of. I was thinking more like a Horcrux.” “Whore’s crotch?” “Horcrux.” “What’s that?” I asked, not sure I’d even heard him right. “You know, like in Harry Potter? What Voldemort did.”

"Now she's given me all the evidence I need." "Touching," Vera said. "The grieving widower finally finds his spine. Too bad it's twenty years too late." She pulled something from her coat—a vial of black liquid that made every wolf step back. "Concentrated shadow venom. One drop kills a wolf. Half a drop kills a phoenix. And this?" She held it up to the light. "This is specifically designed for corrupted phoenixes. Like you, dear Mona."

(Lord Vorkhen Snow) Lord Vorkhen Snow, who was the first time in his life got the vicious wound from something that he can never comprehend. The attack was something that he has never known can happened, all he knows that it was very deadly and devastating to get, if it hits your heads then no matter who it was, death were the only results. In rage that now 5 of his greatest and important wizards has died a dog deaths, whether he want it or not, the plan of keep summoning the Demons army are now scrap. Now 4 out 5 has died if by miracle he can keep the Eric the only High Wizards that were connected to the Summoning Ritual alive, maybe the portal can stay opened. But with the mysterious oppon

No more opportunities for Ronan to swoop in like some self-righteous hero and steal the moment. This time, no one would see it coming. My eyes drifted toward the sleek black cabinet in the far corner of the kitchen. My father kept his "restricted compounds" there.... potent magical substances under lock and spell. He thought the cabinet was foolproof. He was wrong about that too. I'd picked the lock last year, just for fun. I remembered exactly where he kept the vial. A soft blue liquid in a crystal stopper bottle. One drop caused confusion. Two weakened the body. Three, well, no one had ever taken three and lived.