Black Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Pay attention to the guests' movements. "Danny, I think they're up to something. Just look at the woman's face, which is the leader." Albert whispered. The black witch was at the very front with her long curly hair. Bellatrix Jane. "You know her?" Albert asked again. "Bellatrix, one of the famous poison gatherers of the black witch nation. She can kill people even with just one drop of her poison." Danny's wolf growled as Bellatrix approached the wall and touched it with her fingertips.

― 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.

Men in black? They looked like they had come to capture someone. She just stood there speechless with a shock-ridden face. She couldn't speak, she could breathe and she couldn't move. She stood there like a statue. What was this about? The man standing in front of her with his hands crossed backward looked grim and seemed to be in charge there because he stood in front of the door, while the others stood behind him like they were guarding him. He was also in a black suit but his was very different from what the others wore. It was obvious that it was tailored and it was somewhat a butler's attire. His hair was perfectly combed back, his posture was like that of a hulk, and his composure was

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

They suited each other in a way. “And a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Moonshadow,” He added. “Chancellor Canis,” I said. “I thought you were too old for things like this?” “Deucalion was a bit insistent on me coming, so here I am,” Albus said with a shrug. Albus Canis was a powerful mage and master of magic, if not the most powerful. He and I helped rebuild the academy after it was almost destroyed by the war of the first Black Rose.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

She can't still pinpoint his category- newborn, master, or elite, other than that he is a vampire. She remembered her eyes before everything had gone black; they are the most beautiful ones she has come across. They are not dull brown or dark brown. It's a balance in between which can only be described as the color of honey. Honey brown that is so light she could see the specks in his eyes.

Ranulf said to her. And just as he was about to finish his sentence, Maven a black-winged creature who was built like a man appeared to us. He has a broken horn on his head and was half-naked just like Ranulf though his body was more on the slender and creepy side of grayish color. "My Kings..." he said bowing to Ranulf and myself. "Maven, thank you. Your queen here would like to speak to you." Ranulf stated as she was looking at me, telling me in her eyes that she was not comfortable with the queen thing.

Immediately two men in hoodies sat down with some cigarettes and she didn't mind. "Wherever she is, we have to hunt her down and end her. That's the witch's order, right?" One of them spoke loudly, he seemed to be a bit drunk. The other one tapped him and tilted his head to Blaze and back to the slightly drunk man. Blaze's body stiffened her eyes lingered on the man's wrist and there lay a scorpion tattoo. It was Dre, one of the witch's men. While observing him, their eyes met. She quickly stood up and ran.

I smile. “You too.” Callie smiles back. “Your locker...” He starts. “It’s the locker of the actual devil himself, Killian Saunders.” He explains. “Who is this dude? Why is everyone asking me if he’s my brother?” I snap. “We cannot mention him who shall not be named on school grounds Trey!” Callie shrieks. “Callie, he needs to know like everyone else here.” He replies calmly. “Apparently according to his detailed description he looked a lot like you but with black hair and blue eyes. You even have his dress sense.” He adds.