Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

I added. "My goodness. Is it true?" Tora asked. "Right. Water is a good conductor of lightning," Macan mumbled. "My oath has no protection ability; it can only hasten the healing of its bearer and help me heal in case I need it," I informed them as I looked at Dylan. "I'll start moving things," my brother suggested. "I'll help out. Ari, please hold Nita for a moment," she beamed. The others started moving our belongings to Dylan's palace. Dylan didn't react. He still seemed extremely shaken from fright and shock.

Ayden uttered incredulously with a bittered tone of speaking, finding it hard to believe that she would ask him to do something of sought. As if acting strangely and suspiciously for few days wasn't enough, she just had to weird him out by her sudden request, of a task that would be so much infuriating and annoying for him to do. He really deserved a detailed explanation from her. "You are not going to present to the queen just a mere portrait, but one, that would have a spell in it," she whispered to him of her plans, before he would even demand to know what she was up to. He was in shock.

Ariana reminded him of Duke Andrew, who could hold on to Alison's family when he was just standing alone. “As you wish, Lady Aria.” James knows. Right now, Ariana is the key that can reveal the palace decay that Duke Andrew has been trying to uncover for many years. To his seemingly convinced granddaughter, Duke Andrew wanted to believe that Ariana had a way of solving her problems. And as a servant, James could only support his master with all of his heart. James wanted to witness the greatness of a new generation of Alison's family.

The air was filled with the scent of wood smoke and something sweet cinnamon, maybe? But what caught my eye the most was the long portrait hanging above the fireplace. It was a painting of a woman, her features soft and elegant, her eyes filled with warmth and kindness. She was beautiful, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips curved into a gentle smile. And she looked so much like Alaric. “This is beautiful,” I said, my voice filled with awe as I stepped closer to the portrait. “Is this…?” “My mother,” Alaric said softly, his voice tinged with something I couldn’t quite place. He stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the painting. “Luna Aria.”

Maybe he was just like me, trapped, but one thing was for sure, One way or another I was going to find him. The door behind me swung open with a sudden rush, the hinges creaked and quickly I spun around, with my bow still poised, ready to attack. But it wasn't him instead, the stern form of my aunt stood in the doorway. Lady Blaire’ “What is this ridiculous display, Daciana?” she shrieked her voice dripped with disdain. "Must you persist with these childish antics? Put that weapon away before it becomes the subject of palace gossip.” I lowered the bow slowly, my hands trembling, though I tried to mask it with a quick bow of my own. “My apologies, Aunt Blaire,” I murmured. “I thought—”

Who would have thought he'd come instead of being in the mountains? Duncan glanced at Arianna, who had unconscious Selene in her arms. The head maid looked poisoned; her skin was turning pale, and Arianna looked scared. That wasn't Duncan’s real worry here. First, the head maid, who had been in this palace for years, turned out to be an ouroboros under his nose without him finding out; and then—there was Arianna's appearance. Half of her hair was glowing silver, and the crescent mark on her neck was almost too visible. The appearance triggered his memory, but…

Slowly, the doors opened, revealing Aurora. Aurora stood at the entrance, graceful like a princess from a fairy tale. Her gown was long and sparkling, made of white satin with intricate beadwork that reflected the light. The skirt flowed elegantly, with a train that followed her every step. Her hair was styled neatly in soft waves, adorned with a small crown that shimmered under the lights. In her hands, she held a bouquet of white roses and lilies, simple yet elegant. Her smile was gentle, but her eyes glistened with emotion, reflecting the happiness she felt.

Ariana's breath caught while Orion froze because they recognized him. The face was older and more scarred but soo unmistakable. Ariana turned toward Orion. "No." The prince looked equally horrified. "No." King Alaric's voice echoed through the chamber. "The architect of your kingdom's destruction." The image sharpened. The man's face became clearer. And suddenly Ariana understood why he had seemed familiar. Because she had seen his portrait before. Inside Kael's pack. Inside the Alpha Hall. Hanging among the former rulers. Ariana's voice came out as a whisper.