Novel & Cerita What Does Voldemort Look Like In The Books

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

My head drops forward, and darkness begins to close in. That’s when I see him. He steps through the broken glass, moving like a shadow come to life. Maybe it’s a dream, maybe I’m already dead, because no one could look that fierce, that unreal. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and his presence fills the space like a storm. His green eyes blaze with fury, glowing brighter than the moon. His hair, the color of dark chocolate, falls over his face as he glares at the chaos around him. His jaw is tense, his lips pressed into a hard line.

I walk back into the room, ignoring the hand Orion outstretched to me. My eyes instantly train on the man standing in the middle of the room. His eyes focused on me. I ignore the eyes I feel on me leaning up against the wall by the door. His features are sharp, sunken, his green eyes sharp. His blonde hair gelled to the side. Honestly, this is what I had always pictured a vampire to look like. If he’s not one, I’ll be extremely surprised.

Lord Voldemort yelled as an evil aura lurked around him and his eyes blazed with fire "What..... what....do u...just say?" Summer asked in a voice which seemed like whisper as she crashed on the floor "Summer!!"

At that moment, I felt like I saw him, like I really saw him. His hair was disheveled and rough. It looked nothing like the smooth, perfect style I had expected from a vampire like him. The more I stared at him, the more I realized that his red eyes were dull, empty, hollow, like a man who had lost everything. He was pale—paler than other vampires. He looked almost sickly. He wasn’t the composed monster I had imagined when he spoke from the darkness. He looked...broken. Viktor’s shoulders were tense, as if even standing upright hurt him. He was in so much pain, and I could see it—no matter how he tried to hide it.

He knows now that I am- "YOU!!!!" Suddenly I hear a headstrong, fierce, stormy roar vibrating the walls of the room. I look up and see an infuriating version of hotty which is not at all hot. His long finger is pointed at me, his pale furious face makes him look like an angry Voldemort with a nose. And hair. Ryan’s jaw is clenched in rage, his eyebrows are drawn together giving him a villain look, his eyes are throwing flame rockets at me. Overall he looks flaming mad.

Though here, in the past, the eyes seemed like glittering rubies which made a person feel happy and relaxed rather than a dark bloody pool that gave a person the creeps. Vathar’s skin was the colour of sun-warmed bronze, gleaming in the filtered light of the grove. Loose strands of black hair fell messily across his slightly bushy brow, tousled and soft. He wore a loose, white tunic and black trousers tucked into worn boots, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked like a proper young man, not at all the Dark Lord that had attacked him and Zedekiel some months ago in the mountains. Eron rolled his eyes fondly and knelt beside them. He tickled the leaf with a gentle finger. “He’s bullyi

My limbs tingled as feeling gradually returned to them. I slowly turned my head toward the man. His features were clear, no spell concealing them. So this was what a dark witch looked like. He had shaggy brown hair, icy blue eyes, and a crooked nose that appeared to have been broken multiple times. His pale skin stood out in contrast to the black jeans and button-down shirt. A black leather jacket was draped over the chair where he sat. He curiously watched me, his mottled blue sodalite wand aimed at my face. I lifted myself to a seated position on shaky arms. If I ran, he’d easily stop me with a spell. I glanced around the room, seeking anything I could use for a weapon.

Because in front of her is the boy behind the red door, quietly sitting on the floor with his back against the white wall and in chains. She hovered her eyes over the entirety of the person called V-03. The person's feet and hands were chained. His almost r****h-like skin was so white and pale that it was nearly the same color as his white shirt. His long black hair covered his mysterious face, but she could see his eyes as black as the night sky and as fierce as a tiger. He was like a predator eyeing his prey. His eyes were wild and full of mysteries. He silently watched them from a corner.

And most dwelled with nature and hated the beings that defiled the natural circle of life—like the wizard, Merlin. Clad in his purple-colored robe and signature square eyeglasses that covered his vivid albino red eyes, Merlin slouched at the corner of the library. His sandy blonde hair was disheveled as if he did not bother to fix his hair after showering. His pert nose barely held the huge eyeglass that occupied half of his face, but it did not deter his attention from reading a book twice the width of his body. Oh-ho. So that is Merlin. Quite charming. He reminds me of a cute bunny.