Voldermort Novels & Stories

Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn

“It takes a lot out of the human. Physically, mentally. But you’ll recover. Most do.” “Most?” I echoed, narrowing my eyes. She waved her hand dismissively, as if brushing away my doubt. “Don’t worry about that. Focus on the fact that you’re special. It’s rare for a vampire like him to pick someone so quickly.” I swallowed, the back of my throat dry. “And,” she added, lowering her voice slightly, “it’s even rarer because you’re a man.” That made me blink. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You do not repeat that name to anyone unless you want this school to lose its mind.” I swallowed. “So, the rumors are true.” His mouth twisted. “More than you want to know.” “What is he?” I asked. Voss exhaled slowly, like the very weight of that question sat heavy on his lungs. “A mercenary. A butcher. A ghost even alphas and covens pretend doesn’t exist. He only shows his face before something catastrophic. Wards falling. Towns burning. Blood on the snow.” My gut clenched. Hard. “And the glaive?” I asked. “Dragonsteel’s not exactly easy to find.”

The room fell eerily still. Then Lila's eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened—and a voice not her own came through. "He is coming." The room darkened, shadows stretching unnaturally. I gripped her hands tighter. "Who?" I asked. "Who's coming?" "Born from rot. Fed by light. Carved in blood and bone. The Vorrak walks." Zordon's breath caught. "What the hell is a Vorrak?" I already knew. The name vibrated through my spine like a curse. Lila's hands jerked in mine as the spirit surged again.

I didn't want to seem ungrateful as he had given them to me to protect me. “Loretta would be able to handle this. According to your words Kaiden, this is an anomaly.” The man stroked his chin. “Oh, pardon my manners. I'm Vincent, the lead sorcerer for the annihilation of the army of the dead.” “Army of the dead?” I repeated. “Yes. Haven't you heard of them? They're heading north and we have to be on guard.” He said. “I certainly know of them.” I replied. When did all of this happen?

After seeing the place empty with no sign of his mate, Mort unleashed a strong, oppressive aura around which could be sensed by other supernatural beings lurking in the school. "How dare they take what is mine." Rage is taking over him. His face darkened, black veins protruded from his neck up to his forehead which began to throb and his jaw started clenching. Dark blood crawled visibly on the corners of his eyes and his crimson eyes had completely turned into vantablack. A pair of sharp fangs elongated which deeply cut his lower lip. From his place, a tremendous force shook the ground and the entire school. The darkness that cloaks him started to disperse throughout the place like an endles

‘A crispy snack, that is,’ my wolf snickers. There are a few things that can kill a vampire. Dragon fire is one of those things. ‘Too bad Trent doesn’t blow fire but thunders.’ I don’t have a lot of experience with dragons, but Trent, Voros’ dragon, can easily tear apart a vampire in two. His power is that of the electric storm, making him one of the rarest dragons out there. Fire dragons are the most common ones, followed by ice and earth. Voros has never used his power since coming here, but he has been building up a storm for a few weeks now. The grey clouds covering the sky day and night are mostly Voros doing, and when we are gone, a much needed rain will flood this valley. With a bit o

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.

Then how did you know Melia's mother? " No,"she replied, "Unfortunately, no, because I didn't exist at that time of life. But, Orleans, the Lordeath is a spell that is bestowed by the king of death. In fact, that means yes you think so. " Now that I do, it does. " He placed his index finger on his chin. He hadn't thought deeply about that name. He thought it was just something he put on for the sake of putting it on. "How do you get that spell," he asked, and Za stood up and uncrossed her arms.

the man threatened. How cruel! He stood up, walking slowly towards his father's throne with Mera following. The blue-eyed man's steps were relaxed, the pale skin made the color of his eyes and hair even more contrasting. His white shirt is full of watercolor blotches. He is Volker. A five-hundred-year-old vampire prince. "Father," called Volker. Valas—Volker's father looked down at Cimera and told the animal to leave for a while. "What is it?" asked Volker, impatient.