When Was Lord Voldemort Born Novels & Stories

He chuckled, "There a lot of myths pertaining to vampires. But as for me, I'm a pureblood. I was born naturally like a human. I age naturally, and when I reach at the age of 18, the aging process slows down, then when I turned 21, I was a complete pureblood. An immortal. We feed on blood; that is our main nourishment, but we still eat normal food because we were born naturally, unlike for the converted vampires; they only need blood." "When were you born?" I asked. He scowled, "You just have to ask that question, little one?" I laughed out loud. Gosh, I didn't know purebloods were particular with age, "I just want to know, dork." "I was born on May 23, 1513 so that would make me 498 years ol

"Very well. Let me tell you everything. My name is Viktor Drichey, son of Brechtal Drichey, and I was born and raised in the Kaleth Empire, in a town called Chipped, located ten miles southwest of Genbofen, next to the Black Mountains, on the border of that cursed vampire den from Transylvania. I was born a year before the reign of the famous Emperor Augustus. Father Wilkud let out a soft gasp and leaned back in his chair as if he had been startled. "That?" The old man fixed on the confessor very black eyes that seemed piercing like needles in the flickering candlelight. "You are wrong, brother," Wilkud said. "That would make you have more than ..." "Two hundred years old," the dying priest

He scoffed. "Mitch?" "Yeah?" He answered in a gruff voice. "It's dangerous for you out there now." He looked up as Draco came in and sat down opposite him. "The vampire that awoke... Vladimir is his name. He is one of the elder vampires and dates far back as Lycans." "That doesn't sound good," she repeated. "It's not. Trust me," He muttered. "It was my uncle who put him to sleep... I'm sure he would be out for revenge now for the bloodline of whoever put him in the torture through these years."

“Not every full moon?” I turned my gaze to Kylan, then turned back to Little Violet. Little Violet’s eyes flickered. “I think it’s the seventh moon this year…” “July…” Kylan spoke. “When is your birthday?” he asked me. I gulped. “March 16th…” And if we were two months past my eighth birthday in this timeline, it meant whatever was going to happen would almost take place. Was this how Mom and Dad lost their lives? We already knew Baelor needed a vessel, but what vessel did Baelor find in the past for Thorne to shift into whatever he did?

They stopped at a big hall which had a deadly aura as the men pushed the teenagers inside the dark hall "Well,well,well and who do we have here?Hello Summer or should I call you Niece? . . . . . "Do you know my dad?" Summer asked staring at the strange man "Of course yes infact we were brothers" Lord Voldemort said as he finally came down from his throne revealing his handsome but evil face "Really,so you knew Mr Jerald?" Dorian asked as the man cold gaze fell on him

So long that dust had thickly coated it but somehow, it still seemed to be boiling. Picking it up, I approached the doctor and asked him about it. His eyes widened, confirming my suspicion that it was indeed strange. "Where did you find that? I thought I had disposed of it. That is an extract of Voldemort root. It is a poison that kills a human within an hour so, I would advise that you return it. I wouldn't want to be the reason why your master loses a maid." I smiled faintly as I returned to the stall. By the time I returned, the doctor had finished packing and handed the basket to me.

Darius would easily hand her over, her coven would get a new little servant and, since he was human, transferring power or changing wills was laughably easy. She’d taken care of things on her end, leaving the Crescent Moon Pack none the wiser to her movements. Now, all that was left was for her son to come through on his part. “Mother.” Ah, there he was, Valerian. Selene had him some odd 500 years ago or so; she didn’t quite remember the exact date, but he’d been born sometime during the 14th century or so. By then she wasn’t quite a vampire lord but getting close.

He was the heir of the throne but to ascend the throne he must first redeem the coven before his father Vladimir Bathory, the oldest existing vampire in the coven would step down. He had a heightened power to transform into a dragon snake which ordinarily not even an ascendant vampire could do. He left the underworld when he was just 18 years old to go search for a virgin hybrid and he just clocked 23 years of age a week ago. He was powerful enough which made him able to adapt to sunlight without applying the spell of glamour to hide his true identity.

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.

There is no good and evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it. ~Lord Voldemort, The sorcerer's stone •• January, 2009 South Africa Al'amir Belko woke up with a start, wiping a hand over his face as he tried to gain his bearings. Despite the Aircon on full blast, he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his body shaking–from what, he couldn't remember. Each breath of his was released with great difficulty he wondered if he was about to suffer a stroke. But it couldn't be possible, he was at peak health, despite the condition he was still in after the tragic passing of his wife six months ago.