Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

Aurora said, the shock on Ariana’s face made her believe that she actually looked like her and Molly’s magic was working. “What is the meaning of this?” Ariana asked, she didn’t want to be bothered with such matters because she was about getting ready for the feast going on in the castle to celebrate their victory in the war. “What do you think? I am here to get back what is mine” Aurora said and pushed her into the same mirror Molly had made hanging by the wall. Ariana was shoved in a room with nothing but mirrors all around, all she could see was her reflection. “Ariana, are you okay?” Alpha Ethan opened the door almost immediately and found her seating down gracefully while she combed her

This image she recognized. The image was named Woodland Witch. An older woman with long gray hair dressed in a gown looking to be made of leaves and holding in her hand a staff of twisted wood stared back at her with piercing grey eyes. This was the most serious looking of the sisters and also labeled the youngest, though this was hard to tell by the weathered look of the woman. This image was the one plaguing her memories. Aria was sure this was the woman responsible for her life as a wolf for however long she could remember. Aria moved her eyes down to the text,

Aurora’s face flashed before my eyes and I pushed her away. “Caleb… I… I am sorry…” Meredith said in a hurt voice. I grasped her arm gently and said, “No, I am sorry. It is just that…” She let out a deep sigh and said, “Aurora.” A subtle knock at the door saved me from further explanation. “Alpha, Djofull is here to see you.” Vondur’s voice sounded. “Why does the Dark Lord want to see me?” I muttered, wearing the shirt quickly.

She had long wavy brown hair and light brown eyes that light up as she smiled toward us. "Hello, my name is Mrs. Dalila Brooks and I'm Principal Hermoso Muerte secretary. So, what can I do for you Prince Marcus and who is your lovely friend?" "This is Ariana Silverio, and she is my mate. We were told by Mr. Bane to come here to talk to Principal Hermoso Muerte about our new sleeping arrangements." "One moment, I'll go see if hes busy or not."

the wolf replied with a voice filled with fear and trepidation laced down Damien's spine "What do you mean by they are not dying?" He asked "The wizard's men kept coming back to life, it's as if they have numerous lives, the Alpha even bit the wizard but he stood back up" A soft gasp from behind him had Damien turning around to see Ariana holding onto the doorframe "Luna, what are you doing? You are supposed to be in bed" Damien said and quickly walked toward her "There must be a way to make them die, there must be," Ariana said and stared at Damien, did you find anything when you were captured?

he said and sniffed the air. Diana’s gaze shifted to the Disney prints on the living room walls, all knocked askew. The brightly colored pictures complemented her floral seating arrangement,bright and cheerful—at one time. A collection of family photos hung on another wall, featuring the red-haired girl herself surrounded by what looked like her mother and father and a younger brother and sister, all with gleeful blue eyes and wide smiles. The Cinderella Castle spires rose in a lighted backdrop behind them. Diana clenched her hands into fists. The reds who had murdered these girls were no more than Savage killers. Now, she had no regrets if any of them should die at Caleb’s hand. But her con

Food from dripping down from a girl's head and everyone was murmuring. ~~~~~ Moments before ~~~~~ Ariana had walked into the cafeteria with her lunch box in her hands, she scanned the cafeteria for a place to sit and her eyes spotted an empty roll of chairs. She was new to Blink College of Education, she was a second-year student too. She had sparkling blue hair which matched her blue eyes, she was tall and 80% pretty. People found her weird and avoided her because of her hair, her father was the governor of Milan. She was an omega who had no wolf but inherited the power of a healer from her late mother.

Every second was crucial, and he felt the weight of their mission pressing down on him. Inside the mansion, true to Dolores’ words, a grand portrait of Adriana loomed large over the room. Arya felt her breath catch as she stared at it, the resemblance almost uncanny. It was as if she were looking into a mirror that reflected not just her features but the weight of a legacy she never asked for. It was like her mother’s face had been copied and pasted onto her own, a haunting mask she was forced to wear.

She used the brief break to escape, running back to the garden, her heart beating a suspenseful rhythm. She found Luna Seraphine in the garden, her back turned to her. Luna Seraphine was talking with someone, and Arya ran up to join her by her side. When she looked at the person Luna Seraphine was speaking with, she had to look twice to recognize that it was Alice! Alice was dressed in a soiled orange coverall, a sinister grin on her face, amplified by the large scar on the left side of her face. She had defaced the sigil of condemnation Damian had instructed his men to brand on her face.

For a moment there, she wasn't even sure if she was in the manifestation or out in the real world. They resembled her brothers so much, and it wasn't just their faces and figures too. The way they looked at her was uncannily the same too. Aria's foot froze in midair as her mind raced. She came up with a possible explanation, but she would need to verify the Sacrificial Offering Manifestation. Landon turned his gaze sideways a little and raised an eyebrow. Did she know these people? The people around them were still muttering. "That's the princess of Avalon. She's practicing arcane at Hollowlight Sect. I have to say that she has gotten prettier by the day. You don't often see a lady with that