Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

Not a whole day has passed since they witnessed me chop off a Lord’s fingers in the middle of a dance. I’m living up to my reputation now, I suppose. The wicked Prince of Caelondor. At least I’m still blessed with the beauty given by my mother. The part of the ceiling of the council room which was being worked upon is now complete. I take my time to memorize the details. There’s a figure representing Eldric as he cuts off the head of the King of Wyvern, and with much surprise, I notice the weeping figure of a woman beside a young dead man wearing a crown—Kian. The woman could be Queen Seraphina. Or it could be Daphne—but only I and a few others know of it.

He whispered as he shook his head. He opened the door widely as he walked in, waiting for me to come in as well. I looked in as I saw Dumbledore’s back, he was looking at the portrait of an old man who certainly must be dead for years. I took the first step towards the door and the maid that called me kept on staring at me. “The f*ck, why is she staring me like that?? Darn it!!” I cursed within as I walked in. “So was she the one??” Dumbledore asked Darwin as Darwin sat down on his swivel chair.

“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.”

"It wasn't Aria? Are you certain?" Arabella laughed heartily at the question as if it was the most absurd thing she had ever been asked. "Yes, of course, it was me," she replied, standing next to the computer screen and turning to display her profile so that the professor could compare her to the image. "See? It couldn't have been anyone but me!" Professor Higgins dutifully examined the photo and its subject and then nodded, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Beside her, Lily sat with an innocent expression, playing with the spoon in her hand. Darinna waved with a fake smile. "Ariana, sit down." Ariana pulled out a chair and sat down warily. "Why did you call me here?" she asked directly, without preamble. Darinna smiled, then stroked Lily's head gently. "I wanted you to take a closer look at him. Doesn't he look a lot like Leonard?" Ariana turned her head towards Lily, observing the tiny face. And indeed, there was a resemblance there-the eyes, the nose, and even the expression on her face.

Something was wrong. The door to Tommy's room opened slowly, and Ariana stepped inside. She looked terrible. Her clothes were torn, she had cuts on her face, and her eyes were glowing with an unnatural red light. "Hello, Rosemary," Ariana said with a cold smile. "I've come to finish what I started." Rosemary stood up quickly, moving between Ariana and Tommy's bed. "Get away from here! Security!" "No one can hear you," Ariana said, pulling a long knife from her jacket. "I cast a silence spell on this room. You and I are going to have a private conversation."

Something that hinted at a mind full of schemes. “I can’t leave Mireya yet, Nigel. I still need her,” Draco said, his eyes narrowing with a sharp, vengeful glint. *** Luna couldn’t sleep soundly. She only pretended to be asleep when the maid checked on her in her room. Her heart and mind were unsettled, recalling the photo of a woman in Draco’s study. So many questions raced through Luna’s mind. She wanted to know who the woman in the photo was. Judging by the picture, the beautiful woman looked mature, probably nearing her thirties.

Lucian snarled, punching the wall again. "I have a suggestion," Callista finally spoke up. Lucian and I looked at her immediately. "What suggestion?" Lucian quickly asked. "Sloane. She's a psychic. She might've drawn something about Aria being in danger," Callista said. Without hesitation, we rushed to Sloane's room. We didn't knock, we just pushed the door open. Lucian and I were immediately taken aback when we saw her drawings. In one drawing, Aria was being tortured in chains. In the next drawing, Magnus was using a fire stick on her body.

Lira asked. “Then you pass,” I said. “Because now, you know how to lie to her.” A ghost of a smile touched her lips. “I have to practice.” That night, in the tower, Morwen stood before the scrying mirror. Lira’s voice came through the ether, soft and obedient. “Aria is in her dorm. She’s been reading. No magic. No movement toward the lower halls.” Morwen watched the mirror. I was there,sitting on my bed, flipping through a book.

His spoon stirred his potion in slow, deliberate circles. Clarette announced the expected names. Alpha Jaxon. Luna Selene. Political theater, nothing more. Then: "Prince Riven's black carriage was seen in the driveway. He's enrolled." Aurel's heart rate accelerated minutely. Riven Vorspina. The vampire heir's presence meant the political structure was forming as predicted. Necessary. Controllable. But Clarette had saved the best. "And — get this — the White Witch of the West, Lumira Duskbane, has returned from the grave, and is now crowned youngest High Arcanist of the Moon Seal in recorded history."