What Does Voldemort Look Like In The Books の小説・ストーリー

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.

Five empty wooden chairs pushed tight against the huge round table bespoke of the losses he had recently suffered. The Necromancer was a large man—if indeed the misshapen figure could be called a man—significantly bigger than any of his comrades, in girth even more so than height. He possessed a huge bulbous belly, and his hairless head was almost as round as a basketball. In the dimness of the room, the skin of his face and hands seemed almost white—a milky, deathly white more reminiscent of a corpse than a living human being. He had thick purplish lips, a broad, flat nose, and no eyebrows at all. As fearsome as the rest of his countenance was, his most frightening feature by far was his ey

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!

He stood easily over a foot taller than me, and his chiseled physique rippled with muscles that seemed to flex and tense with every subtle movement. His raven-black hair was unkempt, swept to one side, and his perfectly groomed goatee framed a strong, angular jawline. But it was his eyes that truly caught my attention - piercing silver orbs with a hint of white, like clouds drifting across a moonlit sky. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that this towering giant was likely the Necromancer King, a being of dark legend and formidable power.

The gale makes my hair whip into my eyes, and I shield my face with my arms to prevent it, looking at the hurricane of smoke through the gaps, my heart beating like a war drum. What was happening? And then the smoke disappears. Where Valencia had stood moments before, now stands a man. He's dressed all in black from head to toe, like an arcane sorcerer of old. He wears a long cloak with a hood over his head, with long, tattered sleeves that hide his hands. His legs are encased in snake-like leather, crackling as he takes a step toward me. He's so tall, and spindly, like an old birch tree. His skin is uncomfortably pale, similar to the pallor of a corpse. Long, pitch-black hair frames his fac

It was something that made whatever carnage they unleashed even more morbid. That’s when I saw him. He was the last to enter among the vampires. I just knew it was him, even before I saw his gaze scan the space, obviously looking for Dominic. He looked exactly like the Beta had described him: the most beautiful being in existence. His hair was dark as midnight. It was styled from his face, swept back in a sexy effortless way. His hazel eyes glimmered with golden flecks, and the way he narrowed them as he scanned the room told you everything you needed to know about the type of predator he was. His skin was pale, but it had a healthy glow. It was almost as though there was an invisible halo t

" Knock. Knock. " There seemed like someone was at the door. It was Draco. So I wasn't dead after all. Or was I? He didn't look anything like the Draco I had met. This one looked more like a God. His hair was all white. His eyes glowed. They were a shade of the sky above. He had some sort of an armour on him. No, wait. It was no armour, it looked more like silvery scales. " So you are finally up. Have you recovered well? "

The ink-looking substance turns into a vapor or mist before touching the ground. With his long black coat, black knee-high motorcycle boots, and a long-sleeved shirt that frayed over his pale hands, he looks like a version of the grim reaper coming to life. This being, his slender but perfect form moves like a wave across a lake, his hypnotic eyes like two black holes, pulling all of your soul's desires into their abyss, floated to the left side of the bed.

She doesn’t give him time to reconstitute himself when she raises her hand. A large sigil appears above them and chains shoot out grabbing him. Black long hands pull the chain back into the sigil. “Torment.” The hands are about to completely pull him into the sigil when he glows a sickly yellow and explodes. I squint as the glow he gives off is as bright as a star. His face is visible now , with his flowing white hair like X’s, but that’s where the similarities end. His eyes are bright yellow and his skin has a glassy material jutting out from his hands and joints.

His voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate against the very walls of the room. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Draco didn't come from the bookshelf I had entered through. He emerged from a shadow near the weapon cabinet, his suit jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal corded muscles mapped with faint, jagged scars. He looked like the devil himself, eyes dark and unreadable, cutting through the space between us with predatory grace. "Draco," I breathed, my lungs tight. I dropped the object back onto the velvet-lined tray, the clatter sounding like a gunshot in the confined space.