Aurelius Dumbledore Novels & Stories

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

They also think that Althea and Fael are his friends. Embarrassed, he ignored them and went back to eating with his head bowed. He thought the surroundings would be quiet again but soon there was a loud voice again that he could not understand. He was almost deaf to what he heard. He let go of the spoon he was holding and covered his ear.

He stopped, without moving, and I looked up briefly at his face. “To you, children, Alpha James Duskmere was a warrior and the father of the Duskmere you know today, but to those who know his secrets, and he had many, he was a man who knew far more than he let on. He involved himself in the supernatural, in spells and magic, in Physics and Chemistry, and possessed secret knowledge of many things that many do not know. Rumours about him with regards to these things were widespread, especially with his refusal to grow old, as it was assumed that he had discovered the fictional Philosopher's Stone.”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Aurelio growled under his breath. "That's so unfair," Ross mumbled. "Don't invite them!" "Oh I will," Aurelio purred. "I'm going to when you least expect it." "SERA! The wizard is bullying me!" He whined, rushing to my aunt for her help against Aurelio. "He's threatening to invite another dragon over!" I heard my aunt start to soothe him. I shrunk in my seat and looked at Aurelio.

Damien replied, his lips smiling hopefully as he went back to workaholic mode. Aurora Collins was not a human, but an enchantress. She had bewitched Damien so badly that if he needed to work, he had to impel her distracting thoughts in the furthest corner of his mind. With a bit of struggle Damien managed to drive her thoughts away and work tirelessly. He attended three meetings online and checked several emails which were important. He was preparing to go on another meeting online when the door of his cabin was set agape and plodded inside a smirking Peter Dursely.

Kiara was the first to sense them, and she rose with a hand on her blade, only to relax as she recognized the figures in the dark. “Jacob? Edward?” she called out, and the brothers emerged from the forest trail, their faces drawn with exhaustion but lit by purpose. Behind them walked a familiar figure—Serena’s father—and beside him, a cloaked woman with silver-blonde hair braided down her back. Her eyes, though youthful, held centuries of knowledge. “You’re late,” Alexandro said, but his voice lacked bitterness. Only relief remained. “I had to find her,” the old man said simply, gesturing to the cloaked woman. “This is Ysolde. The witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a

I hated being bullied and they're doing that to me now. "My King, the Crescent Moon Pack joined with them. King Aurus is coming your way!" Aram's furious accent came next. I was about to slice Caesar's neck when the brick door collapsed heavily on the ground. "Put Caesar down, Victor. We can discuss properly without spouting blood on the floor!" Aurus, the eldest among us sternly spoke as he raised his hand controlling my hand that's gripping Caesar's neck. I tried to fight back but his ability to move objects using his mind alone was strong. Probably stronger than Draco.

Detective Olive pleaded to Jack and Azrick, to which Jack complied. Jack grabbed hold of Auria’s hands, freeing the poor Detective Olive. “You go, I will explain it to her.” Azrick said as he patted the back of his former colleague. Auria then tried to calm herself down and stop her outbursts. With a few hics and sobs, she took her hands away from Jack. and she was sure that she saw him… smiling? “Just what the he—” Auria was cut off by Azrick. “Heis dead.”

It was like the man wasn’t there or they didn’t feel guilty at least, about it. “You don’t need to be surprised, Ezra. For a person who had a Lycan son, who has also been given up on, I am surprised that you are still surprised about me.” Alvize said, stopping me. I had to fight back growling at the man whose eyes were fixed on our parents. The odd and scary part about this was that the man showed zero emotions, and zero remorse. If anything, he didn’t seem to be in the pain that I was in.