Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

I murmured, chest swelling with a strange mix of contentment and anxiety. Diane twirled in the middle of the living room. “It looks like a princess house!” “Only if the princess promises to do her homework,” Shawn teased. She scrunched her nose and laughed, “I will, Daddy!” While he helped the movers, I wandered into Aria’s room. Her belongings were half-unpacked—books stacked neatly, a few open photo albums scattered across the bed. I bent to pick one up—and froze. A small photo had slipped out from between the pages.

I steady myself gently on Aunt Drucella’s shoulder as she leads me out of the studio. AUTHOR'S POV Ariana grasped the vial tightly, as she suspected, the elixir contains some strong magic_she only had to open the vial close to Bella and the effect was immediate. She watch Brad and his Beta exit as she walks towards the painting. Slowly her lips crawl in a twisted smile. “Hello Keith, you look gruesome as ever.” Slowly, she run her fingers through the painting, marvelling how Bella could draw him so vividly.

Oracle Aisling was a very tiny girl of no determinable age. She was only about four foot tall with long white hair wearing a white gown of floaty gauze to her ankles and a white cloth bound her eyes. She was sitting on a pile of cushions across a crystal clear lake in a cave lit by floating orbs that undulated through the colours of the rainbow splashing the colours over the walls of the cave and reflecting in the lake giving the whole cave a magical aura as delicate music played out of the strange lute-like musical instrument the girl was playing.

I told myself I would come back for her. Damian did not hesitate to take her. My grip tightened around the phone. “That should have been me.” I said quietly. I turned away from the window and walked through the long hallway that led deeper into my private wing. My steps slowed when I reached the well room. The guards standing there bowed and opened the door for me. Inside, the room was silent. On the wall hung the painting. Aria. Her face was painted softly, her eyes calm, nothing like the fear I knew she carried inside. I had commissioned it from memory after the auction. Every detail had been described carefully: her hair, her eyes, the shape of her lips.

Before the burners sat two items: a black-and-white photograph of a handsome young man and a beautiful, lifelike doll. Her hand trembled as she stroked the face of the man in the photo, her fingers tracing his features with a mix of longing and grief. Outside the door, the knocking grew louder and more insistent. The board is set. Xavier has been forced to release his enemy, while his father is building a private army of spies. Meanwhile, a mysterious woman is burning incense to a dead man and a doll, claiming she will soon see "the little guy." Is this Xavier’s mother, An Lan, preparing for her "reckoning," or is it the woman from the photo Aria Summer found?

Ruth's POV: As we celebrated our victory over Arden, a mysterious person emerged from the shadows. Dressed in long, flowing robes, with eyes that seemed to hold ancient wisdom, she introduced herself as Ariana. "I've been waiting for you, Ruth," Ariana said, her voice low and mystical. "You're more than just a powerful werewolf. You're the key to unlocking an ancient prophecy." Ariana handed me a worn, leather-bound book. The cover was adorned with strange symbols that seemed to shimmer in the light.

Everything seems normal, as they moved about doing their daily activities. He saw Ariana standing beside the garden, her red hair, been spread apart by the wind. She looked beautiful in her red flowing gown. She has a crown on her head and he wondered what she is doing here when she is supposed to be by his side in his future. Two other witches stood beside her. He recognized one of them to be Anna but the other he couldn't recognize.

My father glanced at me, equally puzzled by what he saw. “She is not Selena,” Damon finally broke the silence, adding to our confusion. “But she does look like Selena,” I argued, gesturing with my hand. Damon glared at me before he walked closer to the painting. Tilting his head, he gazed intently at the portrait as if it were a living woman. “She is Arabella!” He declared and his eyes fixed on the painting. “Arabella?!” I furrowed my brow. “Do you think we're fools? She is Selena, and I am damn sure of it.” I rolled my eyes.

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

she continued. Before Emily could respond, the door slowly gave way, revealing a beautifully dressed lady. Emily was taken aback by Ariana's stunning beauty when she saw her for the first time. She has a radiant complexion that glows in the moonlight. Her long, wavy hair cascades down her back in a waterfall of golden locks. Her deep blue eyes sparkle like diamonds, and her full lips are painted with a soft pink hue. Her slender figure is accentuated by the flowing white dress she wears, which hugs her curves in all the right places. Her graceful movements and elegant posture make her seem like a princess from a fairy tale. Mesmerized by her stunning beauty, Emily couldn't help but stare at