When Was Lord Voldemort Born Novels & Stories

"Fine!" Lucia- I believe that he's Viktor's Son! Because the likeness is unmistakable. Viktor Von Klaus is thousands of years old! He couldn't even pinpoint his birth year. And he was beyond power hungry! He wanted, no needed to be the best EVERYTHING! The best Lycan, Vampire, Warlock, Dragon... Everything! And he put the 'A' in Arrogant! Everyone was beneath him and he was Never satisfied!

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

He was like a bird and I was the owner but then he was all I have and I would rather be in pains just to make sure that my pretty, innocent bird doesn’t die. It was meant to go on just like that not until when he clocked 13 and I clocked 11. That was the last of him I could remember not until I bumped into him yesterday. And like a thunderstorm, all I could remember was when he said, ‘I, Dumbledore Voldemort, rejects you as my mate!!’

"After Darius and I met the council, one member in particular held a strong interest in me." "Voldemort?" I suggest. Wynter turns to look at me, suppressing a laugh. "Yes and no. Yes, that's who I'm referring to, but no, that's not his real name. His real name is Salacia Raith. He was the predecessor of Valerio Rossi, the original high vampire. I will get into more of that later though. For now, you just need to know that Salacia was the one that was intrigued by me."

"And your blood changed, Eleanor." "No. I'm just tired and haven't had my daily blood intake." I muttered. Besides, I only did it once with Nick. Yesterday. It can't be. No, no, it can't be. "Well, I'm not too sure myself. Volder was last born 90 years ago, it's very difficult for us to... have a child." He shrugged, but the furrow on his forehead still made me feel uneasy. He smiled slightly when he saw my facial expression, "Eleanor, having a child won't be that bad."

“Vampires call the process of creating a new vampire rebirth. Helbourne, sounds a lot like born in Hel. If he were Scandinavian, their mythology has a Hel. A person and a place, in fact. So it could be born of Hel too. Then there’s the Helbournes of England. Either way, we could look for a vampire who’s fallen into a long sleep. The really old ones do this for long stretches at a time. This spot would keep the wolves from finding him and force the wolves to protect him and his territory.” “How did you come up with the idea that he’s a vampire? I’m not following you on that.” “I’m going because we know they signed these documents in the late eighteen nineties. That’s nearly eighty years, and

I couldn't actually blame her because my age would be shocking to her. "He is serious, Mother," she answered. "Those kinds of numbers aren't supposed to be relatable to age," she pointed out. I chuckled slowly and looked at my hands, which were locked together. "I am one of the first vampires," I explained. "I was born on the eleventh March in the year 1003." I could hear her gulp hard. It sounded like she would need another drink soon. It was too much for her to bear. I just hoped she wouldn't go around and spill our secret. She was the town sheriff and had a tremendous amount of power in this town.

“Vladimir.” I blink, the anger building in me halting. In the long line of lords who once had claims to the throne while the power still remained with the other races, Vladimir is by far the oldest. A vampire lord known especially for his cruel sense of humor and a reputation for being a rather ruthless killer.

"And your blood changed, Eleanor." "No. I'm just tired and haven't taken my daily blood intake yet." I muttered. After all I only did it once with Nick. Yesterday. Impossible. No, no, no way. 'Well, I'm not too sure myself. Volder was last born 90 years ago, it was very difficult for us to ... have children." He shrugged, but the frown on his forehead still made me feel uneasy. He smiled slightly when he saw the expression on my face, "Eleanor, having children won't be that bad."

“Because I was in close proximity to him and he is definitely not a werewolves or lycan. I got pretty familiar with the scent of vampires, and your scent is a fae, and the wizards, and the pixies. The Huntsman is not any of those.” Russo crossed his arms, hugging his chest. “I shudder to think then. Because that rules out all of the supernatural creatures I’m familiar with. And whatever is feeding into his human half has to be fairly powerful because he has taken down wizards, fae, werewolves, and lycans like it’s no big deal.” I turned back to the book. “When was Jacob Cypress born?” I asked it. “Jacob Cypress was born on December 10th 1893.”