Aurelius Dumbledore Novels & Stories

"He is not lying. Listen to him one time and you will understand everything." I gritt my teeth. How can he be stupid. "Hayat..." Toni continues again on seeing me about to groan at him. "You will lose him again if you continue to act stubborn." I close my mouth, glaring at him. He is his cousin after all. "He is right." Azure says at his turn. "Eren really loves you. Listen to him one time." My brows are raised in surprise. "Wow Azure. I never thought he could fool you too."

"Wao, Alex, this is... Wao!" Abbie looked at everything in surprise, she could not decide which room to direct her attention completely. “Do you need something?” I turned to see a man in a black chef's suit, I assumed it was a professor. "I have a meeting with Louis Anderson,” I said on guard. As soon as he smiled, I knew this had been a bad idea. "That's me,” he said with an English accent. Shit. His eyes sparkled with interest at the sight of Abigail by my side.

I highlighted the vehicle, handed the driver his money, and proceeded inside. "Miss. Pierce?" A familiar voice called my name. I looked up to see the headmaster of the school, a middle-aged man of the ripe age of forty. I frowned instantly. I was surely paying a fine. I walked up to him dreading the... Strange. He did have his signature frown. This time he looked worried. The sweaty and folded forehead gave it all away. "I am really sorry. I couldn't leave my job abruptly. I hope you understand..."

Well, I just met him so technically I haven't had that much interaction with him. He was just so gorgeous and manly and hot and perfect that one look at him and I could already feel myself becoming wet. Only that he’s a bit grumpy and strict. He’s the Alpha King after all, he’s got four thrones to rule, and that must be what made him a grumpy lion. I prayed first to the moon goddess before I entered the room of Luna Mercylle. Sandra, one of my co-servants, said that Luna Mercylle is cruel and the worst Luna that has ever lived.

One by one, the brothers filed out of the room. As the door closed behind Daemon, I slowly turned my attention back to Draco. He was already watching me. Interesting... He can command an empire with a single word. But the moment one of his brothers gives me a little too much attention... he sends him away. For a man who insists this is merely about control... he's making it increasingly difficult to believe him. "What the fuck is that again?” Draco yelled at me.

"Lock him away, Phineas. Do it before the rot spreads from his mind to your very throne." Aurelius’s voice was a dry rasp, barely more than a draft of cold air against Phineas’s neck. The old man was a shadow of the king he used to be, pacing the edges of the solar with frantic, unsteady steps. "He is seven, Aurelius. He’s a child," Phineas snapped, his fingers trembling as they traced the obsidian hilt of the ritual dagger resting on the desk. The stone was cold, biting into his palm.