What Does Voldemort Look Like In The Books Novels & Stories

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.

The man holding me moved to stand in front of me. A captivating figure, his silky dark hair framed his face with piercing red eyes that added an intriguing intensity. His pale skin, almost ethereal, seemed to gleam in the sunlight, accentuating a sharp grin that unveiled a set of vampiric fangs. Cloaked in attire reminiscent of vampire lords from eras gone by, he exuded an undeniable and mysterious charm. It was clear that this person was not someone I could have easily forgotten if we had really met.

AUTHOR'S POV Helena strode through the dimly lit corridor, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor. The walls dripped with moisture, the air thick with the acrid stench of chemicals and decay. She adjusted the lapels of her coat, inhaling sharply before stepping into the chamber where Victor waited. The room was eerily silent except for the faint, rhythmic beeping of the machine beside him. Victor sat slumped in a massive leather chair, his grotesque form barely resembling a man. His skin, or rather, the mismatched patches of it, sretched awkwardly over his hulking frame, an abomination of flesh crudely stitched together. Some parts were too pale, others too dark, all fused in a pat

"You-You need to run! That's a wizard, Nat- the wizard." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Vampire Prince eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

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.

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.

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.