❝𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒.❞ There are stories hidden within Hogwarts that even the ghosts refuse to tell. One speaks of the Soul Mirror, an ancient and forgotten form of magic, born only once in centuries. A soul destined to reflect another's, bound by a connection that neither time, distance nor death can sever. Aveline Morrowyn never believed the legend... until it chose her. Her soul is inexplicably tethered to that of Tom Marvolo Riddle, the brilliant prefect everyone admires and the boy no one truly knows. As whispers of forbidden magic echo through the castle and darkness quietly takes root beneath polished smiles, Aveline is forced to confront a terrifying truth. Some people are not meant to be found. They are meant to be survived. Yet the closer she comes to unraveling the mystery behind their bond, the more impossible it becomes to tell where Tom's darkness ends... and her own begins. Because the cruelest part of fate was never binding her to Tom Riddle. It was allowing her to meet him... before the world called him Lord Voldemort.

pour arsenic down my throat and watch me choke on your poison. [could be read as a stand-alone]

We talk so much of light. Please, let me speak on behalf of the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ TOM M. RIDDLE ✶ Cover by @morstern! 2020 © Sainteda

Winner of the 2016 Fanfiction Awards! Things will be different for Estela this year at Hogwarts. Having seen the catastrophic future that lies ahead, Albus Dumbledore has given her a task. Foreseen to be a monster, Estela must change a certain student named Tom Riddle. He's arrogant, manipulative, independent and powerful, and Estela is at a loss of how she should approach the situation, but soon realises that they're not so different after all. Secrets will be revealed as she attempts to reconstruct the future Dark Lord's fate. As featured on Wattpad's 'Harry Potter' reading list. #1 in Fantasy October/2019 #15 in Fanfiction 18/09/2015 #71 in Fanficition 9/10/2015 #52 in Fanfiction 10/10/2015

Nefandum-(Latin) - unspeakable evil or doom. full of bad omens; something grave is about to happen. Ariadne and Alistair Veyreult were once students of the Eldritch Institute, a remote and forsaken school buried deep within the forests of Eastern Europe. Few had ever heard its name, and those who had spoke of it only in hushed tones, as if saying it aloud would draw something listening in the dark. The castle was a blackened ruin shrouded in mist and ivy, its walls breathing with old magic. Shadows crept too close to the students there, and creatures of the night roamed the halls as if they belonged. Their parents had sent them to Eldritch for one reason: it was a sanctuary for the forbidden. A place where the Ministry's gaze could not reach - where dark magic wasn't feared, but sharpened into a weapon. But darkness has a way of claiming what it touches. A string of incidents - quiet, terrible things whispered about but never spoken openly - forced their expulsion. Both Ariadne and Alistair carry the blood of Morgana Pendragon, an ancient, storm-bound lineage. The magic in their veins is old, volatile, and unyielding. It answers to no one. When their power began to slip, Ariadne's control, their parents, on their deathbeds bed turned to Albus Dumbledore, who agreed to bring them to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - not out of kindness, but to contain what might otherwise consume her. But power like that does not go unnoticed. From the moment Ariadne set foot in the castle, Tom Marvolo Riddle felt it. Her magic radiated in the air like frost on iron - quiet, unrelenting, dangerous. And Tom does not like what he cannot control.

reverie /ˈrɛv(ə)ri/ - a state of being lost in one's thoughts; a dream that feels almost real. Gisèle Mortaine was born with a gift that felt more like a curse, necromancy ran through her veins like poison. The Ministry called it a condition, her family called it a legacy. The rest of the world simply called her dangerous. Monitored. Controlled. Experimented on. She grew up learning that power was never hers to keep. Tom Riddle was different. Power didn't haunt him - he hunted it. He watched her from the shadows of Hogwarts, fascinated and furious that something so ancient, so forbidden, could belong to someone other than him. He wanted it, her magic, her knowledge, her undoing. And so began their quiet war: brilliance against brilliance, manipulation against manipulation. Hate dressed as fascination. Obsession mistaken for destiny. Because sometimes, to possess power, you must destroy the one who holds it. And sometimes, what begins as a reverie - a dream - becomes the nightmare you cannot wake from.

Seraphina Ashcroft possesses a gift she was never meant to inherit. And it is unravelling the very fabric of the future. In a lineage governed by strict, almost sacred order-where true sight manifests but once in a generation-Seraphina sees what she should not. Not only harmless glimpses, or trivial omens, but fragments of something profoundly unnatural. Blood. Death. A soul... divided against itself. And at the center of it all, Tom Riddle. Obsession. "You see what I will become," he tells her, his voice quiet, unwavering. "And yet... you're still here." As the truth reveals itself in full, Seraphina comes to understand a far more disturbing reality: she is no longer merely an observer of fate. She is woven into it. Into him.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you hate me, you can't, can you love?" Assigned the nearly impossible task of infiltrating Tom Riddle's inner circle, Rosalie Grindelwald develops a strong disdain for Tom and his calculated exterior when she figures out that Tom harbours a desire to conquer the world in his darkness. However, the lines between duty and desire blur as Tom and Rosalie find themselves drawn to each other, with Tom fuelled by possession and obsession.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕." ... Completed: 2/11/2026 FOCxTMR CW: 🔞 graphic and dark themes (specific warnings and disclaimers can be found inside) 🔞 Also on Ao3 #1 in tommarvoloriddle #1 in riddle #1 in knightsofwalpurgis #1 in horcrux #2 in tomriddle

"If he were capable of love, it wouldn't be love at all. It would be ownership. Obsession. Possession." At first glance, Elizabeth Mason is everything Tom Riddle is not-warm-hearted, curious, and full of light. But beneath her gentle smile lies a sharp mind, extraordinary magic, and a dangerous fascination with the quiet, unreadable boy who has occupied her thoughts since their first year at Hogwarts. For years, they've existed in each other's orbit. Friends, rivals, something in between. Now in their sixth year, both Slytherin prefects, the connection between them has become impossible to ignore-magnetic, consuming, and increasingly dangerous. Elizabeth sees glimpses of something dark beneath Tom's perfect composure, but she cannot bring herself to look away. And Tom, despite every instinct telling him not to, finds himself drawn to the one person he cannot fully control. Then there is Abraxas Malfoy. Wealthy, intelligent and far more perceptive than people give him credit for, Abraxas has spent years watching Tom Riddle from the shadows. He knows ambition when he sees it. But he also sees beauty, Elizabeth's beauty that completely consumes him. And as Elizabeth becomes entangled in Tom's world, Abraxas begins to realize that she may be walking toward a darkness she doesn't understand. Caught between Tom's intoxicating pull and Abraxas's pure love, Elizabeth must decide who to trust-before the choice is taken from her entirely. Because Tom Riddle does not love. He covets. And once he decides something belongs to him, he rarely lets it go. A realistic Tom Riddle fanfiction exploring obsession, manipulation, ambition, and the rise of one of the most dangerous wizards in history-with Abraxas Malfoy standing at the center of a battle of the only woman he ever loved. Tom Riddle x OC | Abraxas Malfoy x OC | Slytherin Politics | Slow Burn | Dark Romance | Psychological Drama | 18+