Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

It was unlike all the other portraits that were hung in the room, it was different. It wasn't obvious and didn't look like it had a literal meaning, the portrait looked majestic in a self-proclaimed kind of way. Not only that, but it had the painting of a lady in white attire, with dark shades on her. She was elegant and had blue eyes. She had a silver wolf close to her, and Ariel eyed suspiciously. “Is she the Luna?” She asked. She wasn't sure who the questions were directed at, but they sure weren't getting any answers. She felt as if she was being watched and her eyes trailed upward to the stairs, as she saw the Alpha, Damien, staring at her.

Reagan whispered to furious Marcus Verne. "Who are you?" With a frown, he asked. "I am Ariana, the only sorcerer with eyes as clear and sharper as a silver blade," she boasts. "But your eyes don't seem to see things as clear as daytime……" he taunts with a caressed brow. "My….lord, I don't understand," she muttered. "I wasn't expecting you to understand," he sneers devilishly. "We can use her," Reagan whispered in his ear. "She is still a kid, she can't do much. A girl that can't provide an answer to her prophecy……I have no time to waste on that kiddo," he said, clearly annoyed.

"Damien, this is..." “Yup, that’s me,” he confirmed. The portraits were mostly of Damon, while the others were family pictures. There was this particular portrait that caught my attention—one of a baby not more than six months old. I could not stop my hands from reaching out and grazing my finger over the boy’s cheeks. “This is exactly how Ariana looked a few months after she was born; I never had the money to get her a portrait,” I muttered, even though I knew he could hear me loud and clear.

Thirty minutes for them to explain what the hell is going on. "Come on, let's go sit over there." She leads me towards the living room. Reece, Aaron and Reece's dad follow behind us. We all sit and they give me weird looks not saying anything for a while until Reece decides to break the silence. "Do you believe in werewolves Morgana?" He asks gazing intensely at me. "What, like from the movies?" I ask with a tilt of my head. "Well, not exactly but yeah from the movies." He says.

Taking the chance Luke took his own time to admire this woman in front of him. Ariana Knight, a beautiful lady who always finds herself in trouble one way or another. The most troublesome child of Richard and Diana Knight's. Also known as Aaron's twin sister. But Luke couldn't help but get attracted toward her. She has the most beautiful dark brown eyes with shoulder length dark brown hair. Her face features are sharp and she doesn't lack confidence. Arrogance is her identity. But Aaron and Luke always find themselves in trouble while saving her from them. "Take a picture, it lasts longer." Ariana said while looking back at him directly in the eyes.

I’m not so good with my antique furniture. Above her desk hung a painting similar to the ones outside on the walls where we’d first entered the school. This one was of a woman who looked a lot like Mage Jaye, wearing a blue hood, and holding a sparkling silver sword. I had to imagine this was a different Mage Jaye, one of her ancestors. The woman in the painting somehow looked even more harsh than the one seated in front of me, and I wouldn’t have thought that was possible before I saw the artwork.

After an hour, the officer comes to us and says “the result is out now, please follow me to explain the results of the test. Maybe just two of you guys, Miss Issa, and someone who will guide the wheelchair. “Let me accompanying her to the room and you guys can wait here” that’s Arthur's voice, he just being so nice when I sick. Even though yesterday I lost a bet with him and haven't made up for it. Maybe he'll charge it when I'm well again, this sly guy won't be able to let me go just like that. I turned my gaze towards Arthur, trying to look up to catch the expression on his face. He looks serious and calm, but his eyes stare at Ivan strangely. Indeed, Ivan is the one who looks worrier than

she said next as she turned her hugs towards Shia. The baroness returned once more to her seat and started her story. “Now, for the reason you all came here... As I have already informed you, the woman in the portrait is none other than Duchess Tristal. This portrait was of her during her youth. Streaks of silver hair are common traits to those in the Andry bloodline. This is the same with the duchess’ one and only child too, Gregor Andry. Or maybe you have come to know him now as Gregor Aifendel.”

Anna grumbled, looking at the plain walls before trailing back to a frozen Abigail, she felt a slight shiver coming on rubbing her arms. "Abigail?" Mariah asked walking toward Abigail who had frozen in the hallway, she turned to see what it was Abigail was looking at. There in front of them was a portrait of a very beautiful woman, with purple locks and a pretty smile, her intricate eyes staring out into the space above them. Mariah began to cough and so did the other two that joined momentarily, Abigail only clearing her throat firmly. "That's her, Stephania" Abigail announced drawing closer to the portrait, her magic whispering all around her.

A beautiful Snow Elf sat on the sofa in the Arch-Mage’s study. She wore a delicate pink chiffon dress and had a white fur wrapped around her shoulders. Her silky white hair cascaded down her back. Ice and diamonds floated around her head, forming a crown. On her pointy ears, she had silver cuffs in the form of dragons. Her cold blue eyes were fixed on Ayla, analyzing her. Sarya sat next to her on the sofa, an annoyed expression on her face.