Ariana Dumbledore Portrait Novels & Stories

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.

But as Ariana stepped into the wide foyer, her footsteps came to a sudden, complete halt. ​Her breath caught violently in her throat. ​Across the hall, sitting on an antique mahogany side table right beside the grand staircase, was a familiar wooden easel. Resting on it was her old wooden dress form—the exact one she had used in the Monteverde mansion five years ago. Beside it sat a stack of familiar leather-bound sketchbooks, a set of imported graphite pencils, and a small glass jar containing the dried, preserved stem of a single white rose. ​"This..." Ariana whispered, her voice trembling as she slowly walked toward the table, her hand rising to hover over the sketchbook cover. "Damien, t

Every time he blinked, he saw her face—Elowyn's face—and behind it, the furious blur of Mia running off into the woods. The collapse of every deal. Every lie unraveling. “She’s not gone far,” he muttered. No one dared respond. “She’s with that bloody creature. Mia. Using magic to hide for sure. A nearby servant tried to feed Ariya, who sat slumped in a quiet chair near the hearth, her skin pallid, lips dry, gaze blank. “Please, my lady,” the servant whispered gently, spoon trembling with warm broth. Ariya didn’t even blink. Her mind was elsewhere. Or nowhere.

Scarlet holds an album for Aurora to see. "Look, you really look like Madame Madaline when she was young." Aurora sat down beside her, then suddenly pointed to a picture. "Is this kid in diapers Phelan Darius?" "That's right. Since childhood, Phelan's eyes were beautiful. He had eyes as bright as emeralds."

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

Dorin nodded at them and proceeded to the middle of the examination room. There were no windows in the room. There were 4 people seated at the long table at the far end; 2 women, a man, and a person in a cloak. There were metal plates in front of them, telling their name and position. The first from the left was a Professor Belladona Dimitrio, head of Magic Flora Studies. She was old with long purple hair and looked at Dorin with interest. Next to her was the another woman, this one looking about in her late teens. Professor Kylyne Rose Raevers was written in front of her, under which says Head of Charms. Beside her was possibly the only male in the group, Professor Randale Morell, head of A

"I've already prepared the ritual circles. Hidden beneath the platforms where everyone will stand. They won't see them until it's too late." A knock on her door interrupted her. "Come in," she called. Hardy Armstrong entered, looking older than usual. "Luna, I need to speak with you about the memorial arrangements." "Of course, Elder. What concerns you?" Hardy closed the door carefully. "I found something in the archives. A portrait. Very old." Arlene's smile didn't waver. "Oh?" "It shows a young girl. Eight years old. Standing beside the Witch Queen during the purge." Hardy pulled out the portrait. The same one Lyanna had shown Cassian and Jasmina. "The girl's name was Morgana Blackthorne."

"You see, I told you to give him time, that everything would work out." "Yes, you're right. I think everything is finally going to start getting better, B. This time, I really think he's serious." She lets out a little scream of joy and hugs me. "Now all that's missing is for him to take that thing out of here," she says, looking over my shoulder. I turn to look where she is, and my smile fades as I see Stella's portrait and the other photos on the shelves. "You'll have to excuse me, Ari, but that's creepy. It looks like an altar."

The thought resounded like an alarm bell in her mind. “We were just coming to see you.” The dark-eyed woman grinned, the mahogany of her skin seemed to shine in the light that pooled into the corridor, as she motioned towards Elaine. “This is the young lady I was telling you about,” Headmistress Temple’s eyes bright, “One of our most promising students.”