Aberforth Dumbledore Son Novels & Stories

Her face flushed slightly and she smiled politely at me. "So... I'm sorry..." To distract myself from falling too deep on her lovely face, I averted my gaze away from her and faced the two men beside her instead. "I'm Severus Abrham of the Crimson Blood pack, the son of King Ansel Abrham. Nice to meet you!" I greeted her Gamma Marcus and Beta Adamas. We shook hands and they were happy to see me. "Nice to meet you too...” I smiled at them and everyone in the event but my smile gradually faded when I saw Hirre shaking hands with everyone as well.

Is it true that Arthur is my son? And he will always get an accurate answer every time he sees Arthur's green eyes and Arthur's handsome lines. All of it is his! But there were times when he wondered, did Arthur also inherit anything from Rebecca? So far he had not seen the image of Rebecca in Arthur. The boy had nothing from Rebecca. Now he was mulling over things about Blakely. Her attitude is easy to change, she can suddenly become good, become sad, become gloomy, or even become grumpy.

I heard aunt Eva's voice from behind, I turn around to see her looking at the photo. "Whenever I look at this photo, all I think about is A LOLLIPOP SERIOUSLY?" Eva started to chuckle a little. "I thought the same," I said. "Mommy" We heard a slow, sweet, child's voice that made me look where it came from, I saw a little kid hiding behind the dining room, only his face was noticeable, his little hands were holding the side border of the wall. "Is that Abel, your son?" I asked to confirm, aunt Eva has a son name Abel, who's just 4 or 5 years old.

From the ceiling dangles a waterfall crystal chandelier just above the flower pot. The dining environment is rather cheerful. The butlers and housemaids were serving breakfast as usual as father sat at the head of the table having a delightful conversation with mother, who sat next to him. Luke was about to bite the crimson apple, but Daniel grabbed it from him before he could do so. Jacob, shortly followed by Annabeth, entered the dining room. ***** Annabeth Olivia Knight. Daughter of Beta Jordan. Ever since we were little, she has been my closest friend. Annabeth, or Ann as we call her, has two brothers, Daniel and Jacob. Annabeth is the youngest of the group, followed by Jake and Daniel.

The room was full of werewolves, those not sitting around the table stood and watched me stand at the raised stage. “Wait,” I called out. “Before you do anything bloody, can we let this kid go?” They all burst into racuous laughter that had my body burning up from rage or embarrassment. I honestly could not tell which either. Right now, either I die or not, Tina was my priority. “It’s sad I will not be able to see the look on your father’s face when he sees my message regarding you,” the fake Dumbledore said. “Oh, what the hell? We’ve won.”

But where could he get another source of deity blood if Delicia herself was trapped inside the ancient chalice? Professor De Belen asked again but this time, it was Diether who answered her. "Where else??? Of course to Delicia's child... he probably already had one of them." "You mean Audrey??!!!!" Professor De Belen already made her fair share of research and she already knew that Delicia had a son and daughter to a nonmagic man. She even memorized their names, though she hasn't met any of them in person yet. "No, it was the son. Arden. Now that he got Delicia's son, he will just have to wait for the show."

He was hoping that Jeremiah could think highly of him. The forbidden grimoire aghast when he watched his late son abruptly appeared in front of him, ‘Its Edmund, he is my second son…’ Armadale spontaneously uttered with a sad tone. ‘And also my previous master…’ ‘You mean, the one who tried to kill my father but got killed in the process?’ Jeremiah confirmed. Armadale did not respond to Jeremiah’s words. He felt heartbroken to see his son could not rest in peace after he died. ‘Poor Edmund…’