Novel & Cerita Did Dumbledore Kill His Sister

Placed on the table. "Here, here your sister left this with us, and asked us to give it to you in case anything happened to her." I blinked in confusion , "My sister? Lily? In case something…what are you trying to say?" I asked, and entered a state of denial when his eyes grew solemn, his silence screaming the truth before his words ever could. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, miss. But your sister, Lily, is dead. She was murdered." "what?" I choked out, and suddenly my vision began to blur. The room tilted, and the sound of my heartbeat drowned out everything else.

TYRION Eight hours earlier I almost lost it when I heard that Harriet was Hespera's sister and could have located her. We could have used that spell months ago and traced that bitch before she had begun her killing spree! Harriet tried to explain that she only found out recently, but that didn't lessen my fury. "Alpha Tyrion, I beg you. Try to understand that for many years I was convinced that my sister died in a fire. Not until I saw her in the coven's castle did I know for certain—"

His face was a blank mask but I was certain this pain I was feeling was from him. He was hurting. Did he really watch her die in front of him “Yes, several years ago my sister was about to be kidnapped from our home at RavenClaw, everyone who tried to stop them was either cut through the blade or shredded by claws…” his gaze shifted to me. “Claws of Alpha Dysai Tamlin Kane.” My chest squeezed again. This couldn't be real. It had to be a joke right. A conspiracy. “How is that even possible?” “Didn’t he accompany the soldiers to help his brother to look for his missing mate?”

Nymeria said with a smile. "I won't fight him," I said firmly. "You won't have to because your dear mate Alvis is already working on it," Nymeria said. "I told him to personally deliver his heart to me." I gasped. Nymeria sent Alvis to kill her own brother? But why? "Why do you want to kill him? I thought you said you were his sister?"

It shocked the witch; unintentionally, she spilled the truth in front of her daughter. I came out when I saw her teary eyes; she loved her mother and trusted her. Her mother is an evil human trying to get more powerful. She killed her elder daughter, and this time she tried to kill her another daughter. After a few moments, I heard a scream; I ran inside. She tied Accalia in strings as she cast the spell; she kept the dagger on her neck, wanted to slit her throat. "Yes, I killed your sister, and now I am going to kill you. I bound that wolf, but he came after me because of you; you must die," she pulled her hair as she tried to slit her throat.

I said and walked past her to where dad was deep in thought. "Pamela, must you do this? you know we warned you against magic it's what killed your sister too." Dad gruntled with pleading eyes. "Point of correction father! It's not magic that killed my sister, it's those who practice magic." "You can't be so sure." Mother chipped in, her voice almost breaking at the end.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.

"You are from the same coven. You and that witch that took my brother from me. Using a spell to make him fall in love with her. He had a legacy to fulfill. He failed by getting married to a witch and giving birth to one." I cornered a smile, slipping my hands into my black pants. I sat down opposite her. The aura was filled with hatred for my younger sister. It was this same bitch that she sacrificed everything for so they could kill more witches. "I thought you were smart but you are just as dumb as the rest of them. Valerie is my sister and you killed her and made It look like a suicide. I would say, a wonderful effort. You really take out time to play hocus pocus with your victims, for so

Laughing, though, was the last thing on our minds. We watched, stunned, as Brinsle flew further and further away. She was hardly more than a black dot now on the horizon by the time Astrid spoke. “Nevermind that,” Astrid said. “She KILLED him! That witch bitch actually KILLED her OWN brother!” Astrid’s voice was full of horror. The flash of light had been meant for Astrid. But Beta Brighton had stepped out in front of Astrid, blocking the light. So yes, Brinsle had just killed her sister.

I said, my voice echoed harder than I intended. Elias inclined his head slightly, showing respect without submission. “Your mate deserves to know that her sister was not killed in a random territorial dispute.” Silence hit like an impact, as Zara went still beside me. I did not move. “Continue,” I urged. His gaze shifted to her; “It was an arranged death.” “Say that again.” Zara said, voice low Elias did not flinch. “Your sister was marked before that night. She was not collateral damage. She was the objective.” he further explained.