Albus Dumbledore Robes Novels & Stories

He looked at the hole where they had entered the library, it was already covered with the robe that Duke Elrica was wearing when they left the mansion. Altair took out his Mana weapon and aimed at the hole. The blue robe only gave rise to ripples not causing it to break or tear. "At least the cloak is in action," said Altair. "I'll try another way." Altair reached into the small bag he always carried and took out all the things he had been carrying. Altair hovered over the cloak and touched the cloth of the cloak bearing the Bedros family. He went back down to pick up the things he had dropped earlier,ball his silverhad absorbed into it and picked up another object to put it back in its orig

He only wished that something good would happen soon. The next morning, the alpha was startled awake by the slamming of his door. Albus bagged in with a box of sugary cereal. "Good morning alpha!!," he joked , sauntering over the bed to take a seat. Legolas growled at the intrusion. But Albus didn't seem to mind as he happily munched away on the frosted flakes. Albus had been one of Legolas high school friends growing up and didn't seem to get affected by the alpha voice. Nor did he listen to any commands he didn't want to. Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food.

The pussy hadn’t done it and I was tired of waiting. I whistled for the first time while putting on my school uniform. It could be worse. Rochester’s colors were black and white, à la Hogwarts. The girls could wear black skirts and jumpers with white logoed blouses. The boys had black pants with ties and collared shirts.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

I wouldn't lie and say I wasn't a little bit scared of him from the beginning I meet him why wouldn't I be, I was just a little girl learning how to control her powers not to mention he was part of the rogues group who killed my father who i converted into being good but soon I discovered he was a soft teddy bear when he likes you , trust me only when he likes you or maybe just me. "Alpha." My beta Christabel greeted bowing down her head in respect as she walked in behind the male gamma who walked out of the door. She was dressed in a red stunning dress that matches her hair and displayed all her hidden curves. Christabel had long red hair and beautiful blue eyes which was an odd combination

Every detail of his attire spoke of tradition, legacy, and the weight of responsibility that came with leading a kingdom. Soft music continued to serenade us as I approached Liam. He extended his hand, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "You look beyond breathtaking, Daliah," he whispered, his voice a melodic undercurrent in the enchanting garden. The ancient and revered ceremonialist, a mage known throughout the realm for his wisdom and mastery of magic, approached the forefront. His robe, a celestial tapestry of deep indigo and shimmering silver threads, flowed with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. The robe bore symbols and sigils representing the intricate weave of time and t

Well, Alevos, specifically. Szereth was taller and skinnier, especially compared to Alevos. His scales were a bright blue, almost like a sapphire. The robe around his body was modest-looking, but was clearly cut from a fine cloth and perfectly tailored. Any adornments on him were made of some greyish metal, but had a nice mottled patina on them. “Master Alevos,” he said. “So good to see you! It’s been some time, eh?”

A corner desk had new parchment along with magic quills, and shelves were lined high with ancient, blank tomes to be inscribed. My closet creaked as it swung open, showing the uniforms in my size: the silver-buttoned, black-coated uniforms, blouses, and cloaks in plain black trim. When I touched one of the cloaks, the lining of it came to life in red and gold threads, and the picture of the broken crown was for one moment before it disappeared.

And now, Ralph was saying that she was brought to meet him. "You must be Isabella." A smile was turned to the confused lady. "Nice to meet you." "Where is Albus?" Isabella blurted out and looked around the space she was in. She didn't expect the reply that came. "I am Albus." A gasp escaped the shocked lady. It was followed by a chuckle from the wizard. Albus looked... 35. Isabella could not give the wizard anything above that age. The wizard's hair was completely white and silky, captured with a string and styled into a ponytail that touched his lower back. His dark eyes looked vibrant, young, energetic. One could even mistake him for 29 and wouldn't be wrong.

He felt his throat tightening. “Why? Do you think I'm dirty? Am I a disease? Must you have such an intense reaction just because I touched you? You should take off your clothes since I hugged you earlier.” Alexa scoffed indignantly, feeling angry. She realized the second man was also quite handsome. He looked like a scholar in his glasses; ‘if anything, he was an eight, and the man staring at her with his dark, stormy eyes was a 10,’ Alexa thought.