Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

" Valenar "I've located her." Valenar grimly revealed, coming out of his trance. The selected coven of Ravenclaw elders held hands around the scrying table in Quinley's newly acquired corner shop. They had been trying for the last three hours to locate Maria. In the middle of the table was an item of the little girls clothing and a small amount of blood from both of her parents, which Valenar combined, but before he had been able to complete the scrying incantation his eyes had rolled back into his head and he'd gone into a deep trance, the other elders were powerless to help, as they couldn't let go of his hands in case the spell imploded and trapped Valenar wherever he was. They stayed tha

As we continue to walk into the kitchen, one of the boys elbow the other, “Quit it, Leo.” “Don’t do that, she’s our Luna.” My eyes meet his as he looks down, ignoring how the words have slipped his mouth. Luna? A familar word. Damon clears his throat, “I thought you guys were in the woods.” “Leo here, said he wanted some steak.” One of them replies, taking a bite of his toast while the rest of them chuckle, making me realise in the group of boys, there is a really beautiful woman sitting in between. Both of her eyes are hazel in colour which matches her light brown hair, she seems to be out of place, she looks mesmerising.

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

She nods. “Thank you for the room, Aurora.” Raul says with a warm smile, making Aurora blush even more as she offers another smile. “You’re very welcome, Alpha Raul.” She says softly as she turns away. Why, I do believe my Head Omega may have a bit of a crush on Raul. I can’t help but think how sweet that is. Aurora is a wonderful Head Omega—I meant what I said when I told her that I’d don’t know what I’d do without her—and since she’s also unmated, I can only hope her fated mate turns out to be a guy as nice as Raul.

She had lost all her vibrancy and youthfulness. "How would we solve this problem now that the world is aware that wolves exist?" Fiona inquired walking inside, she had just come back from Brooklyn's house. He was going wild already as he would have nightmares anytime he closes his eyes and heard Dracula's threats. "There's a way, Ariana is the one who can do it. The Luna needs to carry out the forget it all spell. She would enchant the whole world and everyone would forget about all that had happened" Ava read out from the book of spells.

“No, I'm not the chief witch. I'm just exercising my sister's right to keep the witches at peace for the time being. These flowers aren't blooming, which means we still have some unfinished business.” I think I know what she's talking about. I stood up, took out a paper scroll, and opened it in front of her. “Dear Dalena, I don't know what happened 18 years ago, but I think you should see this painting.” Dalena stood up in surprise, her glass falling to the ground and breaking. “This is my sister Raven. Very few people have seen my sister's face. How do you have a portrait of her?” “She's not Raven.”

Arianna ran to the wall and sketched a head with hair on it and with tears running down her red eyes, she did all of this using her blood. “I can’t afford to lose the pack, I need to return on time so I can at least find my mother and save her from the hand of Alice” “If truly she’s a witch, she would get my message clearly,” Arianna thought and hurriedly left in a bid to save the potion from running out on time. As Arianna left the house, an old woman walked in, she felt a burning sensation as she walked into the house, looking around, “Who?” She said slowly and sat down.

I couldn’t be seeing things. There, in the right corner of the pub, was a portrait of a young, black woman with a sunflower in her hair. Her hair was a beautiful black and her eyes a muddy brown that seemed to sparkle. She wore a white sundress, making her appear even purer than she was. That woman was me. I wasn’t making things up. She was me. “Wait here for me,” I told Arianna. I’ll be back in a few.”

It felt like they were getting closer to a powerful, dark magic. As they drew closer to the very edge of the woods, where the trees now gave way to rocky ground, they finally saw them. At the entrance of a large, dark cave, Aria stood holding a stone bowl. The bowl looked old and heavy, and it seemed to glow with a faint, disturbing light. Around her, several other witches stood, dressed in dark robes that blended into the darkness. Their faces were unreadable in the dim light. They seemed to be waiting, silently, for something terrible.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."