Aurelius Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Then when she agrees I will kill her in front of her brother. “ Here he is sir” the door flung open and the boney boy wearing dirty ragged looking clothes stepped into the room with his head down. His red hair is a mess and you can smell his rotting clothes and bad breath miles away. “ Hmmm, I have a very important role for you.” I grinned sitting on the desk “ what is that?” He mumbled coughing up whatever gross disease he’s managed to catch in the cellar

He hadn't said anything until now. I smiled at him. “To you, being an Alpha is already a great thing that studying is nothing compared to it. But to me, I have to study, so even if you don't want to—then give me some space.” “This thing….” The one in the middle lifted his hand to hit me, but a hoarse masculine voice made him pause halfway. We all turned to the entrance, and there stood Tyrion with his friend, Kisey. He was taking a better look at everyone—his palm dipped into his pocket.

"Ginevra has her?" I ruffled my hair, unable to believe the obvious fact. "It's likely because Aurora cut ties with her family and the only person that has the motive to hurt her is Ginevra. We confirmed that she's alive from the footage at the park and now Aurora isn't in her ward anymore." "So what are we going to do?" He asked, and heard a zipping sound, his girl asking him what was going on. "I have a plan." I replied with a smirk

Well, Tarrasque was going to dampen her spirit a little. Emperor Aurelias' expression was only disdained and impatient. "Tarrasque? I guess that isn't for the worst. Let the beast hold them down for a bit." Following that, Emperor Aurelias turned to Darryl. "I'm going to see my Master. You stay here and watch if anything happens." Darryl had thought to go with him, but could only nod before hiding himself to watch the battle. Emperor Aurelias did not waste another second, soaring around the barrier while avoiding Empress Heidi's line of sight. He was previously a pupil of the Ancient Ancestor, so it was a piece of cake for him.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

exclaimed Draco in surprise. "Right. That's Albus's way of introducing yourself to the Elf King and Queen in person,” Gale replied. "I see. Albus, has he prepared everything for now?" Draco asked incredulously. "He has prepared everything for you. Don't waste Albus's neatly crafted plans," Gale told Draco. "Can Albus predict current events?" Draco asked. "He is a great strategist," replied Zergenth. "And a strong alliance for the elves," Gale answered respectfully. "He can earn my trust too," replied Lycus Lewis.

And as I stared at him all I could see was my little wolf all grown up. Darius stilled for a moment before walking over, taking the seat across from him. “It is,” he said gently. Aurelian studied him like he was trying to confirm the truth in his face. “You died,” he said bluntly. Darius didn’t flinch. “I did.” “And then you came back.” “Yes.” Aurelian frowned slightly, processing that in the way only a child could.. accepting the impossible because he had seen it happen. “I helped,” he added after a moment and there was no arrogance in it. Just… quiet certainty.

Who was involved to the bone. The old man made a sound that was almost a laugh. “You're more involved than you should be, Thales.” “Don't start.” “She is Orion's daughter.” Silence fell again. Aurora felt the name vibrate in her bones. Thales clenched his fists. The old man leaned back in his chair, his eyes now fixed on Aurora. “And everything will change because of it.” Aurora lifted her chin, her eyes hard on the old man in front of her.

WHAM. Aurelius planted his shadow-steel boot onto the first marble step of the high dais, stopping ten feet from the Headmaster and the Council elders. "Lord Aurelius!" the Headmaster squeaked, his hands trembling as he gestured toward the bloody scene. "What is the meaning of this interruption?! The Grand Finals are about to commence! Why are you carrying a domestic slave onto the royal floor, drenched in blood?!" Aurelius tilted his head up. His golden eyes burned with a dark, catastrophic fury that made the Headmaster instinctively step back three paces.

I whispered, but Aurelius's expression changed when he heard those words. “You did not know what they had turned me into,” he answered, and the silver markings across the prison walls suddenly shifted into images. I saw myself standing inside the ancient kingdom wearing a crown, with the First Flame blazing around my body while Asterion stood beside me and Vaelgor faced us from across the throne room. Between us stood a young boy with golden eyes, and even though his face was much younger, I recognized Aurelius immediately.