Voldemort's Horcruxes Novels & Stories

The ground trembled—and a spiral staircase opened beneath them. They descended into darkness. Rows of sealed canisters, old notebooks, and glowing vials lined the chamber. The air smelled of metal and forgotten spells. Aiden moved quickly. “Find the bone fragment. We’re not alone down here.” Ivy’s eyes caught a file with her name on it. Subject V-88: Viable Host, Project Mirrorbound. She opened it—and her heart sank. There were ultrasound images. Dozens of them. Not just one pregnancy. Two. Always two.

His crimson eyes flickered toward us, unreadable. “Are you ready?” Viktor asked Graham quietly. “No,” Graham said, his voice low but steady. “But we have to do this.” Viktor nodded once and looked at me. “You stay close to him. The magic is powerful, but it will not harm you.” I swallowed hard and tightened my hold on Graham’s hand. Ronald stepped forward, placing a small silver bowl on a stool beside the bed. Inside was dark, shimmering liquid, blood and moon water, Viktor had explained earlier. It was the key to breaking the curse.

Vincent said begrudgingly, and his adorable face turned red from anger. He whipped out the magic wand that Zayn bought for him as a souvenir from Universal Studios. Vincent snarled, "I'm going to use Avada Kedavra on Bad Daddy!" Larissa didn't know what to say. "That's it," she thought. Avada Kedavra was the strongest spell. Vincent had always used harmless tools like the Crawly Dust or Burpy Dust to prank others. But if he intended to use Avada Kedavra, he must've been pissed.

When he got to his room, he moved the small statue on his desk and a part of his desk drawer came loose. He opens it and there’s a small vault. He entered his code and inside there was a small glass vial in the shape of a capsule. Inside it is a dark-concentrated liquid consisting of Vervain mixed with Nightshade. Two deadly plants that could burn, poison, and kill a Vampire. “I never knew this vial would see the light of day,” he said to himself as he took it and wore it as a necklace around his neck. CONCURRENTLY… In Qillalon’s room.

Candles had been placed on the tables and benches around the central autopsy table, their fickle light reflecting off the corpse's flesh like moonlight on oil. There was a lantern on the table next to Viktor, illuminating the pages of the open notebooks. Viktor was sure that Dr. Tepes hadn't needed so much preparation to do the same, simply because he had much more experience and had collected artifacts associated with death and black magic, such as the baby-shaped homunculus.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

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.

However, she’s having a hard time combining letters and numbers. Her eyes widened when she saw Vladimir’s body surrounded by ferocious water. Although she’s now mortal, her senses were still at their highest peak, as well as her gift. It allowed her to protect and defend her husband. What made her heart grew erratic was when the potion started draining from the deep cracks of the tube, and it would be fatal for Alic. She’d die out of suffocation. As long as the wires were still patched on her temple, her life depends on it.

Voldemort yelled, blood gushing freely from of his mouth while Summer in her demonic form hovered above him. She has just defeated him with a single blow. "Nooo, I can't be defeated, not this easily!" Voldemort yelled enlarging in his demon size, his clothes tore during the transformation as he turned into a terrifying beast. Horns grew from his head, his claws and fangs became longer and sharper while his eyes took a red shade as he was covered in an evil black smoke. He had transformed into a mighteous beast as he stared at Summer whose eyes now took the shade of two colors.

"What did you do?" Vladimir came up, the words burdening him like a thousand rocks. "We discovered a body. One of Rhovan's men. Leoran." Her expression eased, but her gaze remained unfazed. She had witnessed the price of war. Vladimir swallowed hard. "Morgane didn't employ a knife. Not fire. She… she employed dark magic. Soul fracturing magic." A shiver went down Emereah's breast as she listened to him. Soul fracturing—a black magic so evil that it would tear a man in twain, slaying not just their body, but their soul.