Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

then I found this in our treasure room. Her device shifted again, the painting filling the screen like a ghost resurrected. She inhaled deeply. "Your Majesty, Narine... Lupercus. The figure in this portrait resembles Narine, yes, but she is not her. This is the great witch Aeryna. One of only three portraits known to exist. The one whispered about in fear. The one whose very name made covens tremble. The bloodline the loyal witches swore to protect, even in exile. I couldn't be certain until now." Aeryna.

I paused briefly, then added, “It is unfortunate that I found her in such a miserable condition at that time. But that changes nothing. She belongs to me.” I raised my hand and pointed toward the portrait. “This painting is Luna Aria.”For a moment, my beta gasped, his eyes widening in shock. “If this is Luna Aria,” he said slowly, “does that mean she is still alive? Or… reincarnated?”He paused, his voice dropping further. “That shouldn’t be possible. Everyone knew she was dead. She lost her life because of the coup that was plotted against her and her—”He stopped abruptly.

Ariana retracted back her curiosity and caressed her back which had been hurting from the entire uneven road. Riding a carriage also needs skill, Ariana thought to herself as she got back to looking at the wooden floor of the carriage. Her day at the slave building was short, but she couldn't praise god enough for it as she hadn't suffered from the guards beating. Thinking that way, she couldn't help but turned sorrow from Aurby's ghost who had to stay behind at the cell. Ariana didn't look that much older than her, perhaps she was still only sixteen or seventeen . For her to die in the slave building, it could only mean that she died from the guardsmen's beating or by hunger.

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

“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.’

Rather than becoming the Alpha’s daughter and enjoying a life of luxury, she cared far more about her missing mate. Just as Edward had said, the Dark Eclipse pack was vast, perhaps her mate was somewhere within it. As long as she stayed, there was a chance she would find him again. In a luxurious and exquisitely decorated room within the packhouse, Luna Julia leaned against a long velvet-upholstered couch. Her long hair cascaded over her slender shoulders, and a headpiece adorned with fiery red gemstones stood out against her golden locks, accentuating her sharp and beautiful features. Beneath the couch, two servants knelt trembling in fear. At their feet lay a tall, gold-plated goblet, its

A swirling white brand, faint but glowing just like Azaria’s did the first time her magic awoke. I gripped her wrist gently. “Where did this come from?” “I… I don’t know. It just… happened.” Aiden stepped forward. “She’s changing.” “No,” I whispered. “She’s connecting. Your magic is resonating with hers.” “She’s calling for help,” Ariana said. “And I think… she reached for me.” --- We left the archives in silence. I locked the chamber behind us and swore them both to secrecy. They nodded, solemn and shaken.

I followed Nyari down the strange path and suddenly, I began to see portraits of strange people. "That was blood magic you used there, wasn't it?" "It was," she replied flatly. "But you are a healer, Nyari," I pointed out, "do you care to explain more?" My eyes widened when I saw a particular portrait. I remembered her face from the portal, I could never mistake it. It was the witch, Andralita!