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.

"Without you I am lost." Karina Rosier Grindelwald is pure blood royalty. After all, being the love child of two of the most powerful pure blood families has it's perks: lavish balls, expensive gowns, unobtainable status in the Wizarding World. But status comes with a price... After being chosen to be the Dark Lord's bride, her perfect life is thrown to shambles. Now, Karina must navigate her way through a new life, one that involves an easily tempered man who she can't help but feel an attraction towards. As their wedding nears , will their attraction towards each other turn into something more? Or will it all fall apart as secrets are revealed? [This is a mature fanfiction and will deal with mature themes. There will be smut later on.] [slow burn] [Unedited]

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.

It has been 20 years since the Battle of Hogwarts. Lucia is conflicted in her life, and even more so when she meets an 18-year-old Tom Riddle who travelled into the future in search of the way to ensure his infinite immortality. But immortality isn't really living, and Lucia is determined to show him how it feels to be alive. Truly alive. *** This story contains mature themes, including but not limited to: crude language, illicit drug and alcohol abuse, sexual content, mentions of suicide and other adult themes All credit for the ideas relating to the Harry Potter universe (unfortunately) go to J.K. Rowling. The rest of the story is my own. Highest Rank: #2 in TomRiddle

Hogwarts, 1943. A transfer student with ancient magic. A boy who was destined to inherit Slytherin's throne. When their paths cross, the foundations of wizarding Britain begin to crack, revealing a buried history powerful enough to reshape everything that came before. Two ancient players. One ancient game. Together they are the beginning of the end of the ancient lie. _ Rankings 🏅 # in literature #1 in Ancient Magic #4 in Tom #5 in Original Character #6 in Knights of Walpurgis #7 in TomRiddle Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, characters, or settings. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. I only own Astraea Ambrose.

alice diggory, a seer. tom riddle, the futures worst nightmare. nothing could go wrong. spanish version: @-h0neyprongs

She was his obsession, his weakness, his most deathly weapon, and his worst enemy. His Rose, and only his. *ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. THIS IS MY FIRST TOM RIDDLE STORY. I DON'T OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS. HOPE YOU LIKE IT*

READER INSERT ❝dying by the hands of a foreign man, happily.❞ ― in which a young seer gets involuntarily caught in the world that surrounds her. will she save the world from him, or get lost in the process? MARAUDERS + TOM AU

𝐀𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭. [a short tmr story]

Tom Riddle had a secret - he had murdered his family. Arabella Chambers knew his secret - she had witnessed it. After Tom Riddle kills Arabella Chambers, he steals her wand for safekeeping. But, unexpectedly, Arabella shows up at Hogwarts, very much alive, and Tom is determined to find out how. ••• Tom Riddle was a powerful orphan. Conceived under the influence of a love potion, he could not feel love. But he wanted to rule forever. He wanted to live. Arabella Chambers was a cursed vampire. She had lost everyone and everything she had ever loved. She wanted to die. ••• "But for some reason, Arabella felt the urge to figure him out. Perhaps that was the only vague, useless excuse she could find to not kill him for stealing her wand, but it was enough."