TOM RIDDLE X Pakistani OC | 18+!! MATURE | Dark Romantasy | Enemies to Lovers | Gothic Horror | Grotesque Ritualistic | Masquerade | Psycho Thriller | Dark Lord Tom x Vampiress Blood Witch OC | Dagger to Throat | Decolonization | Horrors of War | Salem & Arthurian Lore | Vampires | Covens/Cults | Blood Demon Magic | Devil Worship | Dark Pakistani/Arabian folklore | Faeries/Sirens | SEE FULL SYNOPSIS INSIDE - April 2022 - rewrite 2024 - ongoing • TR edit by MaiazLife
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"I am not obsessed with you, Riddle. I will carve out your bloody heart and I will laugh at the heavens while doing so."
"Stab me, Witchling. My heart is already your treacherous prisoner. I am nothing if not a captive in your cruel hands, thus it will make no difference if you plunge your dagger into my chest and wrench out my heart, Qadir."
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When Tom Riddle, the son of a Vampire Hunter, unexpectedly enters the masquerade realm of the heretical, he finds his destiny entangled with the Blood Witch after they try to kill each other. The Hunter and the Witchling join together in an on-and-off game of chess, playing a morbid game of their design.
As Vampire Coven attacks become more detrimental, Anya starts to descend down a path of madness and sin. She turns to the embrace of darkness, confiding in a demonic knight named Mordred. She ends up with a twisted deal, finding that she must give up her sympathy and kill the one she loves most.
What happens when she deliberately falls for Tom Riddle, her enemy, in order to kill him?
Dumbledore and the Ministry will go as far as necessary to stop the ancient darkness she threatens to resurrect, and Anya Qadir will do anything for retribution. Even if it means consuming Amortentia, selling her sympathetic soul, or pushing herself to the brink of madness until she is confined in the walls of an asylum.
[Inspired by Haunting of Hill House, Hannibal, The Cruel Prince, Shatter Me, The Mara Dyer Trilogy, AHS, TVD]
Death had always walked beside her, a shadow stitched to her soul.
She fought. She won.
But what was left to claim?
The castle around her - the only home she had ever known - was crumbling into ruin. Stone shattered under fire. Bodies carpeted the ground, faces she would never forget, lives she had failed to save.
Victory meant nothing when it was built on a graveyard.
She was alone.
And worse, she was alive.
She had died before.
Had died and returned, as if cursed to never know peace, cursed to be the master of death, forever hunted by the thing that should have claimed her.
Death
It was her shadow, her lover, and her tormentor.
It whispered to her in the silence, tugged at her with every breath she drew, a cat playing with its prey, savoring the chase.
She tried to undo it - to tear a hole in time, to claw back 46 hours, to steal even one life from the jaws of death.
But time does not bargain with the broken.
It is a vengeful thing, wild and cold.
It seized her, flung her not back 46 hours but 46 years, into a past dripping with shadows and secrets.
The castle stood whole then - but the rot was already there, festering beneath the stone.
And Death, patient and cruel, was already waiting for her in the cracks of the world, ready to finish what it had begun. Smiling at her from the darkness.
Death wearing the face of Tom Riddle
*Mature themes*
Enemy's to lovers *Tom Riddle*