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The Noctiphany Terror •Tom Riddle•

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In a world where hope was no longer whispered, where its faint flicker had been long gone, the very word felt like an echo too fragile to survive on the lips of those who lived. Doom lurked, an unstoppable force creeping closer with every second, every breath, and every heartbeat.
Grindelwald's actions had become impossible to ignore, a suffocating shadow stretching across continents. His followers carried his dark doctrine, spreading fear and despair under the disguise of a twisted promise: the greater good.
But even as this nightmare held the world captive, a darker storm stirred. A wizard, colder and crueller than any before him, moved in silence, his magic more sinister than ambition could explain.
War after war, death after death. How much longer could the world endure? Happiness seemed to be hunted to extinction, leaving behind only darkness.
Yet the beginnings always carried a deceptive sweetness, when ignorance was blissful and the weight of reality lay hidden beyond misty veils. When the Ministry, in its hollow grandeur, preached promises of safety it could never keep.
Until one day when it would all crumble into nothing but pure darkness.

The Daily Prophet - THE NOCTIPHANY TERROR STRIKES AGAIN!
'Another dozen innocent lives were extinguished in a brutal massacre! The streets of the village are painted crimson, a gruesome river that mocks the very idea of safety. The bodies scattered and twisted paint a scene so vile it defies any description.
The Ministry of Magic remains silent, offering just a hollow reassurance that "an investigation is underway". One question remains: Who is the monster behind the silver mask?All Rights Reserved

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Our Corrupted Souls by Fuentes105

"You, Master, are now dead," Death spoke chillingly. Its bony fingers free of flesh slid down its scythe. Its hood ducked itself down, almost to show a sign of reverence. "The ritual is now completed. I am, most definitely, at your service, Master." The young man with raven hair and green eyes wasn't too pleased with Death. Before it said anything else, he carefully studied his surroundings. The way to the other life looked nothing like it had when he'd first died. Unlike the fist time, he stood outside Godric's Hollow, but the place was deserted and pitched black. It was so dark, Death easily blended in; the green glowing stone in its scythe was the only thing that alerted Harry of its presence. "Why did I not see you when I first died?" He demanded, anger from his previous life still lingering on. Death raised a bony finger. "You were not ready for me to reveal myself just yet. Your soul was too pure to be corrupt just yet; first you needed to complete cycle when it came to being my master." "And what is the cycle?" "One must use the cloak to hide from the danger. Resist the temptations of the resurrection stone. Master the wand made from the wood of the Elder tree and kill with it. One needs to corrupt their soul by taking a life." Death left some lingering silence, wanting for its new master to take in the newfound information before asking, "what do you wish of me, Master," even though it knew what was going on in Harry's mind. "You do not have to move on, I can grant what you desire." "You can grant me my family?" Death's hood tilted itself, making it seem as if it had ducked its head. Its bony fingers lightly tapped its scythe, making the sound of bone and metal echo in Harry's ears. "Undoubtedly," it confirmed. "If you wish to pay the price." "Do it."

Burn to flame and Reborn from the Ash by kanzakiciel

Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived, Hero of the Wizarding World, Master of Death. He was loyal to his friends. He would even sacrifice his life to save his friends. He died to save the Wizarding World, but at what cost? After the war with Voldemort, Harry felt like half of his soul had left his body. Sadness and grief followed him like a cloud wherever he went. Every night he slept, he would dream about a crimson eye in his mind, infiltrating his nightmares. Was any of what he had done worth it in the end? All the bloodshed, the needless death, the Horcruxes... was any of it necessary to save the world? These questions kept swirling around his head, unanswered. One day, all of those questions were laid to rest when the Lord Goblin, Ragnarok, sent him an owl about his inheritance in Gringotts. ___ Harry was furious. He had been blinded by the allure of the Light. Had been betrayed by Albus Dumbledore. Had been played perfectly like a puppet. He wanted revenge. How? Well, that part was easy. He, Harry Potter, is Master of Death. Armed with his inheritance and his powers, Harry decided to go back in time to when he was 8 years old. This time he knew his future. This time, he could play games with Albus Dumbledore. The Wizarding world doesn't know what they're about to face. Be wary. The Last Dragon rises, and will watch the world burn for the chance to build it anew. He has a vision of a new society that rises from the ashes, and will stop at nothing to see it done. Harry Potter / Tom Riddle A Time Travel Fix it Fic UPDATE EVERY MONDAY AND WEDNESDAY!!

Fixation ∣∣ Tom Riddle x Reader [With Images] by qatbell

❝She, the enigmatic force that has stirred my very soul, has driven me to the brink of madness. Her presence has led me astray from my lofty aspirations to rule the world. She possesses the uncanny ability to make me question the very essence of my existence, introducing me to emotions hitherto unknown. With her, I have tasted the sweet nectar of love, a sensation that has forever altered my course. In her eyes, I found a kindness that transcends the ordinary, a compassion I never thought possible. Her touch awakened desires and longings that now course through my veins like an addiction, an obsession that knows no bounds. My insatiable hunger for her kindness has become my sole sustenance, a craving that consumes me. She is the singular object of my fixation, the one I must possess at any cost. She belongs to me and me alone, an irrevocable claim I shall not relinquish. I am compelled, driven by an unyielding determination to make her mine, for she is the key to my existence, the one whose love I must possess for all eternity.❞ - Tom Riddle's Diary #1 Tomriddlexreader → 20/4/2024 #1 Manipulation → 05/5/2024 #1 Darklord → 24/5/2024 #8 Explicit → 24/5/2024 #6 Mature audience → 12/8/2024 #3 TMR → 20/9/2024

Death Never Stopped Me Before by Elliahrose

"Oh my love," Voldemort sighed. "Aren't you tired of this endless running? You don't look well. All this writhing in the dust like a hunted animal doesn't suit you." Harry struggled against the binds keeping him in place, his breaths coming out in sharps pants as he twisted away from his touch. He's a monster, he reminded himself, forcing himself not to think about how gentle he could be with him. How much he missed his touch. You need to run from him, run far, far away. You are in the middle of a war! "I'm tired of chasing," Voldemort continued, stepping closer to Harry's struggling form. "Of indulging this little game of yours. Let's stop pretending there's anywhere you could run where I would not find you." He paused in front of Harry and knelt down, a hand reaching out to caress his cheek possessively. "Let's stop pretending you want to be anywhere but my arms, hmm?" "Go to hell!" Harry spits, jerking away from his touch. "I'm not yours!" "And that, my love, is where you're wrong," Voldemort said with a crazed smirk. "Nothing, not even death, could keep me from you. You always have and always will belong to me!" |.-.-.-.-.-.-.-| Voldemort had finally won. He defeated the light and gained control over Magical Britain, and in the process, he had lost everything. As he remembers how he met, fell in love with, and ultimately lost Harry Potter, he realizes that in his greed, Voldemort had ruined everything that ever mattered to him. But when new information comes to light, it's a race against time to bring Harry Potter back from the dead and reconcile their relationship or risk losing the love of his life forever... ...Even if it means getting help from what's left of the Golden Trio.

The Serenade of Persephone [tom riddle] by tmrsdiary

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C U R S E D || T. Riddle by adriannawrites18

"You dont understand what I am capable of, do you?" in which the daughter of Sirius Black who has one too many secrets falls in love with the son of Lord Voldemort a boy who was born to kill but little does he know she was born to kill men like him

Hold On - Dramione by ACourtOfStories

When everything seems to be falling apart, sometimes all you can do is hold on. Hold onto what, is the question though. What do you hold onto when the darkness that is the Dark Lord is snuffing out the light and any hope of the Wizarding World being free? For Draco Malfoy, who is seemingly surrounded by darkness, he's holding onto the one person who might just be smart enough to help him kill Lord Voldemort and finally end this war...Hermione Granger. It's an absolute long shot, a total Hail Mary, and as much as they both hate each other, they can't deny that they need each other's help. It should be simple, right? He feeds her information to help gather and destroy Horcruxes, no one finds out about them, Voldemort dies and the war is won. But nothing is ever that simple, especially in the midst of the darkest and deadliest war in history. A war where they are both on different sides. A war where they can do nothing but hold on. You might want to hold on for this one. (Deathly Hallows 1 & 2) (A/N: Description is definitely a work in progress, I promise the story is better than I make it sound. Please don't plagiarise. I hope you enjoy it.) (Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I only own any original scenes and dialogue I have written. I also don't own the cover picture. It's just one I found on google images).

Hearts Entwined: The Darkest Reborn by ZelaWrites

Harry Potter was always small-too small for his age, with striking green eyes that sometimes seemed to glow. He clearly remembers the house he once lived in with huge people inside, up until the day he turned five. That was when the only woman in the house stuffed him into the trunk of her car and drove off for 3 hours. Until she stopped and left him at an orphanage, a place that turned his life into something worse than a nightmare. For two years, Harry endured cruelty and pain, until one fateful night, at age seven, he ran. Broken, bleeding, and barely clinging to consciousness, he found himself face to face with a massive serpent-one that promised he was no longer alone. Read as Harry, abandoned and unloved, finds an unexpected home in the arms of the last person anyone would expect-Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. Unwilling as he may be, the Dark Lord soon finds himself raising the very child destined to be his downfall. But fate, as always, has other plans. Especially when his most loyal Serpent friend just one night delivers him a child after she was gone for a month. A MONTH! (Really.. Women...) Will Harry grow to know what love really is? And will Voldemort, against all odds, learn what it means to care? A story of pain, healing, and the strangest of found families.

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Our Corrupted Souls

"You, Master, are now dead," Death spoke chillingly. Its bony fingers free of flesh slid down its scythe. Its hood ducked itself down, almost to show a sign of reverence. "The ritual is now completed. I am, most definitely, at your service, Master." The young man with raven hair and green eyes wasn't too pleased with Death. Before it said anything else, he carefully studied his surroundings. The way to the other life looked nothing like it had when he'd first died. Unlike the fist time, he stood outside Godric's Hollow, but the place was deserted and pitched black. It was so dark, Death easily blended in; the green glowing stone in its scythe was the only thing that alerted Harry of its presence. "Why did I not see you when I first died?" He demanded, anger from his previous life still lingering on. Death raised a bony finger. "You were not ready for me to reveal myself just yet. Your soul was too pure to be corrupt just yet; first you needed to complete cycle when it came to being my master." "And what is the cycle?" "One must use the cloak to hide from the danger. Resist the temptations of the resurrection stone. Master the wand made from the wood of the Elder tree and kill with it. One needs to corrupt their soul by taking a life." Death left some lingering silence, wanting for its new master to take in the newfound information before asking, "what do you wish of me, Master," even though it knew what was going on in Harry's mind. "You do not have to move on, I can grant what you desire." "You can grant me my family?" Death's hood tilted itself, making it seem as if it had ducked its head. Its bony fingers lightly tapped its scythe, making the sound of bone and metal echo in Harry's ears. "Undoubtedly," it confirmed. "If you wish to pay the price." "Do it."