Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

Chapter 8: Undone Cassia The party is going well. Kendra and I decided to split up and look at the new art displays. I’m shocked to find my own art on display. My aunt and uncle, Arabella and Draco, approach me at that moment, glowing with pride. Arabella and Draco are art professors at the school. They are also a beautiful couple. They have been mated for over two hundred years. Arabella has long red hair and green eyes, and Draco is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.

Magdalene said to Delsanra, who simply nodded. I kissed her cheek from behind softly before moving back ever so slightly, my hands still firmly on her waist. No matter how annoyed I was at her recklessness, I couldn’t part with her, I was going to be right here for my kitten. Magdalene whispered the spell, and soon memories of long ago began to play. From the lower angle, I could tell this was Delsanra as a child. "You stupid bitch!" Another girl, I recognised as Amoria, scoffed. She herself was clearly under ten, for sure.

“You are being too hard on her Lelyah, maybe she just got scared after seeing Mother Eva’s angry face.” As always, Lelyah pretended no to hear my joke and rushed towards the entrance, where the Mage was already holding door open for us. “Come on inside, I am hungry.” An abundance of fruits, roasted vegetables, salads and soup covered the table, yet none of them caught my attention. It should have been obvious, but I overlooked it out of surprise this whole time. The elf sitting at the center of the table had her red long hair tied on the side with a violet ribbon, a beautiful silver flower adorned her left shoulder and I could see colorful patterns she probably sew herself all around her whi

She had lost all her vibrancy and youthfulness. "How would we solve this problem now that the world is aware that wolves exist?" Fiona inquired walking inside, she had just come back from Brooklyn's house. He was going wild already as he would have nightmares anytime he closes his eyes and heard Dracula's threats. "There's a way, Ariana is the one who can do it. The Luna needs to carry out the forget it all spell. She would enchant the whole world and everyone would forget about all that had happened" Ava read out from the book of spells.

I couldn’t be seeing things. There, in the right corner of the pub, was a portrait of a young, black woman with a sunflower in her hair. Her hair was a beautiful black and her eyes a muddy brown that seemed to sparkle. She wore a white sundress, making her appear even purer than she was. That woman was me. I wasn’t making things up. She was me. “Wait here for me,” I told Arianna. I’ll be back in a few.”

Oscar sat alone in the bustling dinning hall, sipping his Cinnamon tea and trying to focus on his book of spells. The aroma of freshly roasted beef filled the air, but his thoughts were elsewhere. His gaze kept drifting to the enchanting figure sitting at a corner table. Aria, with her flowing auburn hair and captivating emerald eyes, seemed to possess a delicate beauty that left Oscar mesmerized.

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.

After the halo deemed low, the door opened and we walked in. It was only a room, full of shelves that consisted several potions and chemistry lab type stuff on the table in the corner. There was a sofa in the middle with a coffee table in front. "Look who's here!" A voice said, their scent was of smoke and spices. It made me scrunch my nose. "Diana." Aiden smiled and soon the figure appeared out of thin air. "Witches." "I know." Diana was a young woman with chocolate skin and shoulder length curly, brown hair. She has a very attractive body and eyes. Like pools of honey swirling with mischief. They could draw anyone in voidness.

“Jack, get her dry. I’ll try talking to the detective in- charge.” “Noted sir. But please try not to make them mad again.” another familiar voice. Auria then wiped her vision clean and finally saw some features, then a whole face. A familiar blue eyes, and a blonde hair. Those glasses also. ‘Have I seen him before somewhere?’ Auria tilted her head, trying to remember. ‘Right, it was him and that guy.’

"What a pretty portrait! Shouldn't have expected any less from Misty, honestly. This is probably a birthday gift from her, so take it." My soul was watching nearby, and I was so nervous that my fists curled into balls. 'Take it! Didn't you want to find the person who murdered your father? That portrait's the clue!' In my anxiety, I didn't expect my boyfriend to suddenly flare up in anger, grabbing the portrait and tearing it to shreds. "She wants me to forgive her with trash like this? What a joke! I felt nothing but disgusted!" I instinctively tried to catch the torn portrait, but my translucent fingers passed through the rubbish bin. After a while, I realized.