Dumbledore 1st Novels & Stories

He already knew her turn-on, turn-off, taste, daily routines and even her bedtime. “Can I trust you to keep a secret?” The First One whispered into the air. After some few seconds of deliberation, he answered the question, “I doubt it sweet heart.” Earlier that day, he had revealed a big secret to the prettiest one in the group but there was no assurance she could keep it confidential and that was why she was destined to die today. “Duty is about to call. Get ready to welcome another victim, Officer Muhammad Guni,” The First One whispered as he drove off.

But when Selene stared at him, he followed their teacher. "OHH MYYY..." The whisper of the girls created a bee's sound around the classroom as they saw the hidden treasure behind that black hoodie jacket. "Severus D'First. That's my name. Don't ask where I came from because I'm not interested in answering that." Severus spoke coldly and he looked at the students emotionless. The pupils of his eyes looked like a shiny raven's feather. His shaggy eyebrows and small red lips made him so handsome. His full face was blessed with attraction matched with some hair that blocked his face.

The gentleman was too busy trying to calm his racing thoughts, and Isabella was unadmittedly memorizing the buildings and trees to save herself the stress of enquiring whenever she had to go to Albus alone. When they got to the front of one of the wolf's forelimbs which had a door attached to it, Isabella knew just how big the structure was. Standing before it made it look even bigger! There was no knob on the door. Isabella was already wondering how they were supposed to go in when the door suddenly creaked and opened by itself, revealing a lit passage. "Magic," Ralph grinned and led the stunned lady in. "Albus is a great wizard. He has worked for this pack and Alpha Damon for a very long t

― 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.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

He kept his eyes fixed forward, as if I were invisible. A tall, regal-looking man stood up from his seat next to the Alpha. "Let us enjoy this feast!" he declared, raising his goblet high. "Our Alpha, our King, our Lord, The First of his kind, has conquered lands for us to thrive for centuries now! Soon, the world will be ours. Let us celebrate and be merry!" A roar of cheers erupted, but it felt forced, tense. I could feel eyes darting toward me, whispers passing like waves through the crowd. I stayed rooted in my seat, too afraid to move or draw more attention.

It was an herb garden heaven with even rare herbs like saffron, marjoram, and mullein growing in abundance. There was a tiny wooden cabin next to the garden and Callie was inside, looking at the volumes of books, potions, and ointments. "So many spellbooks! It's amazing!" She was too lost to pay attention to my words. I opened one of the books and found the runic alphabet. Even the calendar hung on the wall was runic. I barely recognized what those angular letters meant although I was forced to learn them for a couple of fortnights. Argus made sure I studied in secret. Princess Amara's pedagogue was my pedagogue too, but we had to meet in secret.

“What the fuvk! those werewolves went into hiding? Where are they now? What is your plan?” “My plan is simple…” “Nothing you say is ever simple, Lucas.” Fabiano shook his head. He had known Lucas for long to believe his plan would be simple. “I am the lord of the Vampires after all…” he grinned evilly. “Hold up, how does this story take away the fact that they have an Alpha who wouldn’t sit back and watch us take over his throne?” Lauretha asked. “His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.”

The first elder’s image matched the heritage he received. The second elder was a little short. “Don’t think too little of Second Elder Burton. He’s the God of Alchemy. I’m sure you would've never seen such amazing pills before!” the village chief introduced him with a smile on his face. Hearing that, Aslan also smiled, but only Philip knew the meaning behind his smile. Obviously, Aslan thought that claim was a stretch. As someone who popped pills like jelly beans, he really wondered what magical pills the other party could make.