Voldermort Novels & Stories

For a moment, his eyes fell on what was inside the dimensional portal, and the sight made him shudder in horror. With his own eyes, he saw the figure he knew from his grandfather named William Schneider--a werewolf who was bestowed immortality and led an organization of supernatural beings rebels against the dragons--killing a male figure with a cold expression, with one brief swing of the sword to make men who he killed did not have time to scream in pain. And the dimensional portal closed automatically after that, not allowing him to know what happened after. "Askarovich! No... no, no, no!!!"

And I don't know if it's because I'm not at my best, but it does give me the creeps. -I'm not going to kill you. -pronunciate calmly. I frown- I'm going to do worse than that. -He pauses in which I get up from the floor leaning with my left arm on the corridor wall.- I'm going to take care of moving away from all the people you care about you. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to kill them, and I'm going to make sure they hate you. I gulp. Right now because of the dizziness I see two Harrisons Tucson's in front of me, and that's twice as bad as having just one- You're going to be left alone, Azael Volkov. And you're going to suffer as you've never done in your whole miserable life.

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

“By showing you the path and way that you should follow if you want your reign to last. War is coming. Bigger and serious than whatever you faced before. The wolves would be decimated, killed. It’ll be a genocide. Vladmir would make sure of that.” “Who is Vladmir?” She frowned, “I thought you’ve met him. It’s in your visions.” “I don’t know who that is,” I coldly replied. “The vampire. His name is Vladmir, he’s ancient, old, and he wants blood, every specie blood including his own and you’re the first because you’re the one who defiled him, who locked his people and him up.”

“What do you mean?” My mother’s eyes darken, the weight of her words pressing down on us. “The magic he bound himself to is called Veydris. It is forbidden—older than wolves, older than kingdoms, older than memory itself. Veydris does not grant power. It consumes. It strips away the soul, devours the body, and leaves nothing but a vessel of rot and hunger. He may seem unstoppable now, but his life is burning away like a candle thrown into fire. A year, perhaps two—and when that flame dies, there will be nothing left of him but ash.”

“You understand of course that I can’t just be leaving it laying around for any old dick and hairy to find, right?” “Very well, I’ll still be needing that witch and a locater spell.” Voldin stormed from my office. Vampires always had a bad reputation, and Voldin was surely the prime reason why. If it weren’t for that fucking orb he would have killed me already.

Caldaur asked coming to stand right in front of him He put his hands up using the chains as a prop to lord over caldaur who looked up “Yes” he said looking down at him “ that’s amazing seeing you this distraught makes me very happy” caldaur said He laughed hard making caldaur back away “brother I am not distraught I am not anything anymore which should make you very, very afraid” he said looking caldaur up and down “ because I plan to teach you just what a vampire without emotion can do, I suggest you kill me now while you have the chance because as of the last feelings I had it was complete and total anger towards you and I plan to take out said anger just on principle” he said

The family being the head of an allied clan, turns this into even more of a headache for me. Making me wonder why I thought it out at all, and didn’t ‘act without any care of the consequence’, like Hail accuses constantly. As a rule, most vamps can somewhat sense each other and power levels. It’s like humans seeing someone who is yoked out. We get a sense of how strong one versus another is by smell and presence rather than physical muscle. Just like body builders can put on clothes, we can disguise our strength in numerous ways. I’m not really into flexing. In fact, I spend more energy containing my power than I do presenting it most days, depending on my audience.

It would only put him out of commission even longer. Rushing at his master was foolish and he knew that, but he wasn't able to stop himself. The only thing that had run through his mind at the time was the prospect that he was going to take Charlotte away. His attempt had been pointless, even if he hadn't been healing from the stab wounds still, there was no way that he would have stood a chance against Rimidal. He was known as the first vampire, the oldest vampire to exist. There was no one that would be more powerful than him.

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an