What Does Voldemort Look Like In The Books Novels & Stories

"I watched the ceiling collapse on him in the Red Mine. I watched the life go out of his eyes." The figure stepped forward. The flickering torchlight hit a face that should have been a memory. It was Vladya. But the warmth was gone. His skin was the color of curdled milk, and his eyes—once a vibrant, laughing blue—were now two hollow pits of flat, milky grey. A jagged silver scar ran from his temple to his chin, pulsating with a sickly violet light that matched Hecate’s magic.

And I saw a jagged scar that ran deeply across his face from his cheekbone down his neck like something had tried to tear him apart. My face scrunched up but for the first time I clearly saw his face—6 ‘1 in height. You could tell he was a handsome man at one point. A resemblance stood there between him and Draven—same nose, same structured jaw but he had eyes that seem corrupted over the years. His hands had cracked marks of burns and a few scars ran over them due to his years of practicing dark magic. Mother had shown me what that could look like so I recognized it. “This was his doing,” Volkava said softly.

Vampires are known to heal even faster than werewolves. Today he wore a doublet of midnight blue so dark it was almost black, with silver embroidery at the cuffs that caught the dim light in the room. He looked like an honourable lord, but I knew there was not a single drop of honour in his veins. And neither was he a lord. “You look like you're preparing to get executed,” he finally said, his voice light, almost amused. He moved closer and set the tray down on the low stool. On it sat a bowl of thick broth, a heel of white bread, and strangely, a small, wooden comb.

Though unlike the vampire girls he haven’t showed me his fangs. I looked away grabbing my sandwich, whatever the cook put in this needs to be studied. I felt a shiver run down my body, I looked up and right across the room, standing rigid and watching me like a storm is him. He is tall, impossibly so, broad shoulders straining his shirt, his posture commanding enough to part the crowd around him. His hair is blonde, his face sharp and perfect. His eyes……dear God…..his eyes glow faintly gold, like a cat about to devour his prey. The look on his face is pure dislike, like I am filth that somehow wandered into his air.

The look on Vakiba's face became serious. I watched as Valarus swirled the thick blood content in his cup and took a sip from it. He sat upright on his sit and crossed his leg. The light from the candle above illuminated his face and I could see his features. Believe me when I say his jaw could tear through a paper. The man was a looker with strands of his hair that fell on his face and thin pink lips that hid those dangerous fangs. He looked like a hot villain straight from an anime.

Violet “Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out. “Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.” “Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.

"Then from behind me, I heard a voice. I became so afraid because I knew it was a rogue. Turning, my guess was right. He had green eyes and he was really pale looking," "A descendant of Voldemort," Kayla gasped. "I thought they were cursed?" Melodie whispered. "They were locked up somewhere and cursed not to roam the earth again. Are you sure he had green eyes?" Heyli nodded. "Rogues have green eyes," Kayla shook her head. "No, cursed vampires from the Voldemort family do." "Was he the one who infected you?"

He in deed had the looks that could give any male werewolf a run for his money. Volk was a born Adonis. He had long black hair, which he tied ponytail style. He had a beautiful cocoa brown eyes. There was also something about his stares. It’s been said that Volk could look his enemies into submission. He had a macho body build. He was muscles and strength. His brows were perfectly drawn and one feature on his face that stood out too was his lips. Volk had plump slight red lips that begged to be kissed. He always had his way with women so the females were definitely not his problem.

I just keep my eyes fixed at the three tall men in the bloody dungeon. The one in the centre of the other two has chocolate coloured eyes, filled with menace that I can sense from so far away. His hair are the same colour as his eyes. His nose is a little crooked and his skin is pure white - no redness or even a hint of tan visible anywhere.

Mom looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I wondered if there was something she was trying to hide from me. This was what most people did: judge someone by how they look. Sirius Black looked like a criminal that everyone believed him to be. The first time they met, with his gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair, even Harry said that Sirius reminded him of what a corpse might look like. While Peter Pettigrew looked like someone who wouldn't hurt a fly. But in the end, Peter was the one who had betrayed James, his own best friend. Looks can be really deceiving.