What Does Voldemort Look Like In The Books Novels & Stories

I thought I might see a wizened old creature, withered with ancient evil. Instead, I just saw a man. He didn’t look much older than the wolf king. His hair was long and dark, growing from a distinct peak at his forehead. His eyes were glittering and black. His skin was pale and smooth with no signs of wrinkles. The vampire lord sat on a throne carved to resemble skulls. Or maybe it was really made of skulls. I didn’t want to think about it. His clothing was made of rich, black velvet and crimson silk. He wore a narrow, golden band around his forehead with a single, glittering ruby dangling just above his eyes.

Alpha Vorian. He was nothing like I had imagined. He wasn't a hulking brute like Boris. He was tall and slender, almost willowy, moving with a liquid, boneless grace that was more serpent than wolf. His hair was the color of white gold, his features were ethereally beautiful, and his eyes… his eyes were the pale, chilling violet of a twilight bruise. They held no warmth, no life, only a vacant, calculating hunger.

He had gloves on and in his hands were very thick chains. We slowed until we came to a stop and the green eyed elder’s smile only widened. We watched as he yanked on the chains and a large body came forward. As if in a trance, Viktor crawled forward on his hands and knees. When he straightened his back and stood tall, the first thing I noticed was his eyes. They were glazed over as if he were in a haze. His hair stuck to his forehead and sweat beaded and dripped from his brow. His jaw hung loose and he swayed where he stood. His chest was scratched and bleeding but he was in one piece. He was alive and breathing. He was naked in his human form but covered by mud. Chains wrapped so tightly ar

I saw him when I first arrived after I found his wand, but with everything that had gone on, I wasn’t able to actually look at him. His hair was a deep shade of brown, like the riches of the earth. It lay in soft waves around his features. His eyes were a darker shade of gray than mine, and hard to read. Especially through his thick-framed glasses. I had to admit to myself that he was good-looking in a nerdy kind of way. Though, despite him appearing a bit nerdy, his body revealed that he was no stranger to the gym. He was tall, but his arms were nicely built and the white collared shirt he wore fit snug against his body, I knew his torso had abs without even looking at them.

I flinched when he crouched on the floor in front of me. “I’m Victor,” he said. I didn’t care. I wanted to get out of here. “It’s rude not to introduce yourself,” he said. “I’m sure you know who I am.” He smirked at me, and it made him look dangerous. Victor had a Scandinavian looking face with high cheekbones and a wide chin. His cheeks were hollow, and his hair was a dirty blond. His eyes were so dark, they looked black. And they promised all kinds of evil. “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked.

I ran around the castle and kicked open the door to the main entrance. There all the vampires were, hissing like a pack of snakes, their eyes red, but this time I could see something more in their eyes. Hunger. Slowly, they gave way for somebody to walk forward. From his aura, I knew who it was; his hair was pure black, just like his eyes, but with strokes of gold in them. "I believe you are Vlad," I said to him. His face was cold and emotionless. "Vampire Prince, yes." "I guess this was bound to happen."

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.

His tone was forbearing and told me to take time in jogging up my memory, even when I knew I've not only fully seen the vampire, but also interacted as well. “Well...he had...long black hair, like shoulder length, or slightly passing shoulder length, he is very tall, I guess, his very pale skin and his cloak...I really can't say much about his face, but he had obsidian eyes that somehow flashed red when he turned around,” I pretended like I was thinking about how he looked like when the inside of my mind was highly disturbed and bothered at the picture of the vampire that was being placed in it now. I shuddered, feeling very uncomfortable that the vampire was invading my thoughts, especially

He inhaled the delicious scent, trying to locate the source. Weird, thought Alexander. He used the portal most of the time but never felt that way. The strange feeling he was getting from inhaling the delicious scent intrigued him. He had to find the person. So, he took off running, following the scent like a Bloodhound. Soon, he ended up standing in front of Hertford Manor. Alexander peeked at the front yard, seeing a petite girl, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist. She was looking at the bright full moon, so he was unable to see her face. Her pale fists were curved into a ball; as if she was mired in deep thought.

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.