Voldemort's Horcruxes Novels & Stories

“Like I told you and Hendrick, I tried to spell it with a curse that would do somewhat the opposite of what your vase was believed to do. I wanted it to boil the blood of whoever would fill it with holy water and bathe in it. A vampire soul isn’t quite the same as an elemental or a shifter one, but there is one.” “And you said it was your first cursed object?" said Veronica. “Yes. I wasn't sure if the spell would work, but we mostly wanted them to steal a fake one. I also tried to coat the inside of the vase with a spell that would activate upon contact with holy water and a vampire, and then enter his soul and aura, and search for all the places his imprint could be found, in any vampires h

Already ahead of him. I pulled open the carved wooden cabinet near the fireplace. Inside, wrapped in velvet and silence, sat the old tools: five glass vials, each filled with blood thick as ink; a polished obsidian dagger; and an iron-bound grimoire so old, the leather cover hummed with dormant magic. “Help me clear the room,” I said.

So my hand smashed hard behind him again, twice, and three times in a row. Hagrid lay between my legs with his eyes closed. I wanted to push him away, but he was motionless like a stone.So I had to shrink my body back and let my legs leave his body. I opened all the cabinets of Aurora, one of which contained many jars, and my gaze focused on a red bottle and a yellow bottle.There is no doubt that they are what I am looking for. Because the red bottle says-poison, and the yellow bottle says-antidote.

"Then give her time. She is not ready." The First Wolf was silent for a moment. "Time is the one thing I do not have. The old magic is waking. The shadows are stirring. If I do not find a vessel soon, the power will leak out of me and corrupt everything it touches." "Then find another vessel. Someone else. Someone who is not my sister or my daughter." "There is no one else." The First Wolf looked at her. "You could take me. You are strong enough. You are willing enough. You could carry me and still be yourself."

She cautiously set the gifts inside of her new laptop bag before she reached for the gift from Priestess Ramona. “I can’t wait to see what this one is.” She couldn’t contain her excitement at the thought of the wonderful possibilities Ramona could have given her: potions, spell book, voodoo dolls. The possibilities were endless. Opening the package, she found a mahogany wooden box with a lock. She dug around and found the key, placing it inside to unlock it. The top creaked open, causing her to gasp again. Inside were a set of five naturally shaped amethyst crystals. They were beautiful and cast the light in the room to shine on the walls.

I said and made to hold his hand, he handed it in the air and enters on his own. He entered and I gave Anne a warning look before closing the door, Albert is not like other men, she'd better stay out of the way. "How did you do it?, the last prey is whose blood will restore your power, but I'm yet to sacrifice him, so how did you do it?" I asked. "We used another seven vampires, what's keeping you from bringing the last prey?,did you love him so much that you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him?" he asked.

Came a second voice, a feminine one, from Azazel's side of the call, correcting him. "Yeah, yeah. 'Moldmort', 'Moldyshorts', Voldemort, whatever was the dude fetish. What of him?" Erik chuckled at the names. Let it up to Azazel to change a serious thing into a joke. "Yeah, that's the guy. He apparently made Horcruxes. Plural. As in multiple ones. We found two already. One of them is in the Diadem." "Wow… the guys must be really stupid. Multiple Horcruxes. He must have gone totally nuts."

Something about the words made my stomach twist, then he walked away leaving me alone again. The moment the door closed, my smile vanished because Adrian was wrong. I wasn’t obsessed, I was realistic. Lena was a problem and problems needed solutions. My eyes drifted toward the wardrobe, towards the hidden compartment nobody knew existed. I crossed the room and opened it. Jewelry glittered beneath the afternoon light but beneath them all sat a small glass vial containing Wolfsbane. I picked it up carefully and the dark liquid shifted inside. One drop was enough to make a wolf violently ill, more could kill.

The black veins pulsed, glowing with a faint, sickening violet light under his skin—the unmistakable mark of dark alchemy. My mind raced, frantically sifting through every ledger, every obscure manuscript I had ever transcribed in my father's deep archive. Wyvern's gall wasn't just a poison; it was a curse-bound venom. Physical medicine couldn't flush it out. Only an equal, inverted magical current could stall the rot.

The dark surface seemed to swallow any light that struck it. On top of the table sat an urn fashioned from the same black material as the table. The round bottom of the container was almost a foot in diameter, while the neck tapered to an opening no more than two inches wide. Faint movement could be seen through its opaque sides, and a low hum seemed to come from inside. The Necromancer’s three followers watched him silently, each unwilling to draw attention to himself by speaking. Viktor was pretty sure he knew what was going on, while the two apprentice wizards had no idea.