Black Dumbledore Novels & Stories

The dungeon was cold, echoing with the anguished cries of those who had defied King Draven. A torch flickered on the stone wall, casting sharp shadows over Delilah’s bruised face. She was shackled to a post, her knees scraped and bleeding. Aurora stood nearby, her hands trembling as she clung to Draven’s arm. Kael and Elizabeth were locked in the adjoining cells, silent for once, their eyes avoiding Aurora’s gaze. Draven stood tall, his piercing crimson eyes narrowed on Delilah. "Tell me why Aurora has no wolf," he demanded, his voice cold, commanding, and echoing with authority.

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

The Headmaster’s laughter, low and malevolent, echoed through the chamber as the members of the Black Order dispersed to ready themselves for the coming assault. In the dark corner of the chamber stood a woman in a white lab coat—Dr. Ana Blackwood. Her face conveys conflict as if she didn't expect the Headmaster to act like he was doing in front of them. Her eyes widened in disbelief, "What have I done?" She mumbled under her breath with quivering lips. Her voice expresses betrayal.

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

He was oblivious to the meeting happening before his eyes though he had called for it, he was watching them though his eyes, brain and ears were somewhere else. "Mr Black!!?". DD screamed a little finally gaining his attention. He turned towards her, finally listening though his mind still scattered around. "What is it that you scream my name so loudly?". He asked raising a brow. "I'm sorry sir, you spaced out and wasn't talking so I tried calling-". "The meeting is Dismissed, You can all go". He said curtly spacing out again, they all nodded clearly afraid, before packing their things and heading out of the conference room, leaving Leonard alone as usual.

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

And that I can call him, “Uncle BD” “Agents, this is Black Dragon, considered as the number one agent of “Dark Knight” in this era. He will be the DJ here in “Stargazer” and the patissier in “Polaris”. Other additional information will be given by him. I really hope you’ll get along well.” No one reacted among us. I think my hyungs are still in shock too. I wonder what Yosef-hyung, I mean, Topgun thought. He was recently considered as the number one agent among us but now that Black Dragon arrived…

My body buzzed from the alcohol and the orgasm. The music thumped and I let it pull me. My arms floated at the surface. My hips swayed. My wet shirt clung to my skin, see-through now, lace visible, nipples hard beneath the soaked fabric. I didn’t care. I felt hot. Wanted. And then I looked up. And froze. There, above the pool, leaning against the iron balcony railing with a drink in his hand, was him. Chance. Professor Black. His black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of ink trailing down his chest. The sleeves were rolled, forearms tensed, veins tight.

At the same time, a gloomy voice sounded, "The standard of the King of the Dead's minions is getting worse." Then, a black shadow flashed past and placed itself in front of Jack. The person was in black and gold armor carved with dragon patterns, but the dragons looked devilish, and his elegant face was also filled with evil spirits. It was Donoghue! Of course, Donoghue still looked like Florian. Suddenly, all eyes were on Donoghue; they were surprised. It was him again! He seemed to be a lot more powerful. Darryl frowned; his anger was seething on the inside.

I didn’t need her in here making her snide comments. Professor Luca looked the polar opposite of what I expected him to look like; when Miles mentioned him, I had pictured an older man with a graying beard and a receding hairline who dressed in a semi-formal dress attire; a version of how young Dumbledore was portrayed in The Fantastic Beasts moving.