Black Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Wait, is that Beelzebub? I imagined him as a fat-ass demon with a hideous appearance. He just looks fine… and handsome. He has this long dark blue hair, swaying as he walk. He is wearing dark leather pants and an unbuttoned sleeveless leather jacket, showing off his toned muscles in the abdomen. He has this two pointed silver-white horns on his forehead. Well, maybe it's his false form— just like Asmodeus who deceived us with his oozing sexual appeal.

Can't a girl catch a break. I heard their bones start to crack as they shift back into their original form naked. There didn't look ashamed of standing naked instead both if them looked surprised of me not standing naked with them. In their dreams. They looked at me with pure hate,I couldn't recognize them but I had a feeling they weren't part of the midnight pack and they weren't rogues either. "So she is the famous Alpha Black, the one we were sent to kill."The skinny wolf said ,he has scars all over his body and his dick was short. You won't blame me it was so funny.

After Almina's speech, the next who climbed the stage was an aged man. The man had a slight beard on his face and medium length hair that was revealing the length of time he spent on this world based on its faded color that was no tinge of black. He stood at estimated 5'8 feet tall; with a lean body and exude gentleman demeanor. He was wearing a dress suit colored by black and white, and the emblem of Middle Region Magic Academy was distinct on the left chest area of the dress he was wearing.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

On top of the dragon's imposing head, a man was wearing a black cloak and a hood that looked more imposing than the kings of the magical world. "Ariet, are you satisfied now?" the deep voice from the blond man asked, the sharp eyes stare the hood man. The hood covered almost all faces, just could be seen the beautiful fox eyes with his gorgeous deep blue iris. The hooded man didn't say anything, just threw an item at the blond man, soon after he left with his dragon. The blond man had an incomparably unhappy look on his face; He grabbed the eternal life chalice or Saint Grail. The chalice was very simple, nothing too refined. Actually, that chalice was the simpler item that this blond man ha

I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute. Their height appeared to be the only similarity they had. The one in the middle was African American, the one at the left had a full head of blonde hair, while the one at the right had dark black hair, and he wore glasses, maybe trying to be James Bond. The mafia's James Bond. "The Dark lord instructed us to escort you to your dressing room, where you are meant to pack your bags," said the Mafia James Bond, his voice deep, as expected from his height. It wouldn't make sense if a man as tall as him would sound like SpongeBob freaking SquarePants.

Albus was a wrinkled, bony old man on the brink of death, and there seemed to be not a wisp of black miasma wafting out in sight. It seemed like the Holy One had trapped the Power of Destruction in Albus' body using some special method so that it would continuously feed on the spirit energy inside Albus' body.

Inside Raven University — Chancellor’s Wing The elevator doors slid open with a whisper-soft hiss, revealing a corridor that seemed carved from the very shadows of the ancient forest surrounding Raven University. Polished black stone floors gleamed under the soft glow of enchanted sconces—flames that danced without heat, their light flickering like distant lightning storms. The air was cool and crisp, laced with the faint, metallic tang of old magic and the ever-present undercurrent of pine from the woods beyond the walls. This was the Chancellor’s Wing, Damian Blackwood’s domain, where every echo felt like a judgment and every shadow hid a secret.

If only they knew that beneath that calm facade lay a monster; they wouldn’t be singing his praises. “He looks so handsome up there. What’s the name of the other guy again?” Lauren asked, scanning the hall for him. “Damien,” I said firmly. “Right, since you're leaving soon, how about you give me the Mercedes-Benz GLE SUV that Professor Marcus gifted you?” Lauren suggested.

Scholarship students were held to impossible standards at Blackthorn. One scandal could destroy everything. As if the universe wanted to make things worse, a familiar voice suddenly cut through the hallway behind us. “Well,” Chloe said softly, “this certainly escalated quickly.” I turned sharply. She stood there with two friends beside her, looking perfectly composed in a pale cream coat. Like she hadn’t ruined my entire life overnight. Elizabeth immediately stepped forward. “You are genuinely insane.” Chloe blinked innocently. “I’m not the one rolling around with Adrian Laurent in abandoned buildings.”