Black Dumbledore Novels & Stories

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.”

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||

One slammed his staff into the floor, the other twisted his body to create leverage. “Don’t—!” the elder Draenor shouted, to no one in particular. The first collision sounded—the rustle of fabric, a small clang. The hooded figure was dragged against the stone wall, the hood lifting halfway, enough to reveal a face adorned with tattoos: black lines curving from the temples to the jaw, runes connecting like roots. There was a faint pulse, like living ink beneath the skin. A black wizard. No need for debate. The warrior on the left fastened rune cuffs to the wizard’s wrists; a small speck of white light pierced the darkness, then faded.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

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.

"Phineas! You know the rules!" Growled another portrait to the one now identified as Phineas. 'Now that was information.' Thought Headmaster Dumbledore. Observing the portrait of Headmaster Black, that just gave the other portrait that reprimanded him a shrug of his shoulders and went back to sit straight in his painted chair, not saying anything more. "Headmaster Black, please answer, who is the Lord that is coming?"

At last everyone had introduced themselves. Mr. Barclay smiled ‘okay everyone today we’ll be discussing about the basics of being an elemental’. As he said this, the word ‘basic’ made out of fire appeared in the air, the whole class was surprised and some clapped. ‘He has to be at least phase 3 to do that’ Tasha whispered to ivory who in turned agreed. ‘Why can’t I see any witches or healers’ ivory asked Natasha. ‘This is an elemental only enlightment class not a general class; you can’t expect a fire elemental to teach healers or witches’

Alpha Caleb nodded, and they both knew that they had to investigate. They pushed open the door, and a strong gust of wind blew through the room. The walls were covered in strange symbols, and there were jars filled with strange potions and powders lining the shelves. In the center of the room stood a figure, cloaked in black, with his back to them. Alpha Caleb stepped forward, his voice firm. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The figure turned slowly, revealing a face twisted with rage and malice. "I am the dark wizard," he said. "And I will not be banished so easily."