Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

"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.

“And I have no use for the weak.” Outside, a dozen students who’d lingered too close saw everything through Morwen's chamber window. But no one dared speak or ask questions. They just watched as Morwen stepped over Veyra’s body and returned to her scrying mirror,now replaced with a new one, carved from human bone. She whispered the incantation. “Show me Aria.” The mirror vibrated. And showed exactly what she expected: me, sitting peacefully in the east refectory with Jason and Kael, laughing over breakfast, utterly calm. No storm. No fire. No tension.

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."

“She dyes her hair. And she wears something on her eyes. Contact lenses or a spell, I don't know.” Pedro frowned. “Really? What kind of heiress hides herself like that?” Thales didn't answer. Because he was lying. Aurora was beautiful. Even with her failed attempts at camouflage. Even with her closed face and suspicious eyes. Beautiful. Wild. Irritating. Pedro threw himself into one of the chairs, legs spread wide, as if he were at home. And he was. They had been together since they were children. They hunted together. They got beaten up together.