Voldermort Novels & Stories

Now she was in this mess. After jolting out of her thoughts, Theresa asked her "Are you okay?" and Ariel nodded. Only to look up and see that Theresa's eyes were different. It changed from it's normal hazel color to pitch black. "Sorry about my eyes. That man you saw there was Micheal Walter. The leader of the witches in Veechio. He's very powerful. How did you even get entangled with him?" The lady said concerned as she sat beside Ariel. "Veechio" Ariel uttered in a low voice. That's where her mother's from. Besides that, that place was like the other side of the world from where they were now. So this guy left Veechio, all the way to Asia to kill her or what?

Desperation fuels his determination to find a way to strike at Aria and her pack, even if it means delving into forbidden territories. Days turned into nights as Vornt delves deeper into the dark arts, tapping into ancient and forbidden knowledge. He sought guidance from malevolent spirits, invoking their powers in his mad quest for retribution. The shadows continue to whisper secrets to him, unveiling spells and rituals that would wreak havoc on his enemies.

He no longer bothered with his mental tricks as his entire body covered hers, pressing her down physically. The length of his tall stature touched every inch of her body through not-so-thick garments. She felt she had disappeared under his large body, sinking into him. “What is the spell?” He slurred, his eyes completely red. “Should I spell it out?” she half-heartedly laughed at the pun, ignoring how he was scaring her. “Turns out I have no idea of the name? You are going to suffer forever regardless.” “Vivosmortuous, isn’t it? You heartless girl.” His slurring voice became unbelievably softer. “You’d have to curve me alive while I could feel every single sinking of your blade. You shouldn’

“I don’t blame you at all, sir! I couldn’t have done such a bold thing!” Lev straightened and crossed his arms. “Then what did you mean just now?” Sweat started dripping from Moldark’s forehead. He is one of a few families of low-class vampires who don’t have any standing in Duradel. The only thing that made Moldark get special attention from The Elders was the existence of his son, Vincent Moldark. Unlike Lev or other vampires, who have good self-control over their desire for human blood, Vincent’s beastly side has dominated him since he was born and grew out of control as he grew older.

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

He almost attack me but far away before, if only his male companion hadn't stopped him he might have been able to continue his plan. I trembled with fear and could not stop crying. "M-monster!" I shouted and hurried away from him. He immediately disappeared in front of us and there I could not help but fall to the floor. Gello immediately hugged me as he pushed the men away. Moments later I felt weakness and flaking of the eyes. "D@mn. That's almost. Vlad didn't easily get thirsty especially when it comes to human blood but .. What the hell! He's really young. Tsk. That King."

Power bursts forth from each seal until it sails off and searches for its masters. As soon as the power clears, my sisters appear before me. Each one is wearing angelic armor that is similar to mine. The armor covers them from head to toe. Their helmets have angelic wings molded on the sides and half-masks shaped like a dove's face. The only thing you can see is their glowing eyes and the bottom half of their faces. However, I don’t need to see their faces to know what their human exteriors look like. I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors.

As a question came to my mind, I suddenly felt like I was back in school so I raised my hand. "Why is your hand up in the air?" He asked me while frowning at my arm. I always forget that he didn't have a normal childhood like me. "Never mind that but what do you mean by to be able to open the book? Has the book not been opened yet?" "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."

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.