Aurelius Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.

A satisfied sigh escape my lips at the aroma that's hits me the moment I step into the magical room. Holy mother of chocolate. "Don't sell off my house before I come back." Xavier says to Jordan who has a apron tied around his waist. The best thing I love about Jordan is that he cooks like a chef from heaven. Serving delicious dishes to is mortal humans. "You can take the day off." Xavier who I haven't noticed before push pass me with a cold breeze. "Wait." I yell, before running to catch up with him. Those long legs of him are really going to get me in trouble one day.

Vampires lingered at the back, half in shadow. And me? I was seated alone. My desk was smaller, plainer. No runes. No magic-etched surface. Just wood. Human accommodations. I swallowed and straightened my spine, refusing to shrink. Professor Aurelion entered without sparing me a glance. He was a wolf—silver hair, sharp eyes, authority etched into every movement. The room quieted instantly. “Open your core texts,” he ordered. A ripple of movement followed. Heavy tomes thudded onto desks. Books bound in leather and crystal. Pages shimmered faintly with magic.

Her face was a mask of pure disbelief. "I believe I heard someone mention a carry-over?" Aurel asked. His eyes narrowed to slits. "Or perhaps a lack of qualification? I am Aurel Daniel Valerius, Head of the Alchemical Research Division and current holder of the Grand Magic Tower Master's Seal. I believe my credentials suffice to mentor one student." Malphas let out a strangled squeak. His silver stirring rod slipped from his fingers. It clattered against the stone floor, loud and crude in the silence.

"My Uncle has invited me already! I have the letter right here!" Damon didn't even flinch. "I am the Alpha, my word is law. Your uncle reports to the Martial Lord, and he listens to his Alpha, and that is me. I'll make sure your invitation letter gets torn before the sun sets." I almost forgot who Alpha Damon truly was: the one in charge of the areas of land in Agolia, including my house, where he stopped by to visit me whenever he wanted to. Now, face to face with him, my heart was pounding while his words hit my eardrums with fear. "I know, but Damon…"

The battle had raged for what felt like an eternity, and gradually, his strength began to unravel, thread by thread. Seizing the moment, Aurelius unleashed a devastating spell that sent Zen sprawling to the ground. The impact reverberated through the ground, a thunderous thud echoing as he hit the floor. Pain shot through his chest, but before he could even find his footing, Aurelius descended from above, his presence imposing and merciless.

I said, looking at headmistress Selene, who was now Natalia’s assistant. I had to admit, as much as I didn’t want to say it, Brenna was handling a lot, and her dying has cost this pack more than anyone could voice out. “Yes, Luna. I will bring them to your room once I’ve gotten them from the account holder.” She said, and I nodded, turning to leave. And then, there she was. Aria. Walking slowly through the corridor of the estate alongside a woman I immediately recognized. The same high cheekbones. The same fierce eyes. The same quiet authority in her posture.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”