Fantastic Beast Dumbledore Novels & Stories

I take one more proud look at my warriors, especially the ones who have rejoined us from being under the coven’s spell, then turn toward Golden Elm’s pack, waiting at the edge of the clearing. Roxy stands beside a sleek painted mare with white socks and a silver-streaked mane. Her father, Jacob, Alpha of Golden Elm, helps adjust her stirrup while her mother stands nearby with misty eyes, tucking a lock of hair behind Roxy’s ear like she’s done it a thousand times. I’m thankful for the horses since Roxy and I are still recovering from being attacked by the witches. When Roxy sees me, she breaks into a small smile, soft and private. It’s the kind of smile that makes the weight in my chest ease

Petrified that he might actually get his hands on Sky, I use all my strength to get out of his grasp. James is startled by the fact that I have just effortlessly manhandled him. I'm a little shocked too but I don't dare show him that. He stumbles onto the ground and the shock in his eyes us somehow visible even though it's dark. I'm pretty sure I'm not my usual self right now so I don't question how I'm able to see this clearly in the dark. James's confusion grows when he sees his prescious Aurora stalking over him, I guess the demon version of Aurora never stood up to him, well guess what, I'm not Aurora and it's time dear James understood that.

After dinner, I joined Thomas on the back porch as our parents talked in the living room. "What happened to you at the lake? You suddenly disappeared." "Oh. I just decided to take a walk home." "By yourself?" "I just wanted some alone time." "Well I'm glad you're okay." "I actually want to talk to you about something." "What is it?" "I know that there is something..strange going on." "What do you mean?" "I'm talking about the beast." Thomas's expression turned serious. "Oh. That." "What is it?" "Things have changed since you left."

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.

Anne and Sarah said at the same time. They forgot that Sultan Carl did say to them and their mother that they were not going to call Ella (Rosabella) 'Cinderella.' But they did not know that the head of the Palace overheard them, and he is the Beast. But what everyone did not know was that Sultan Carl is the Beast until 7 p.m. as he turned into a human and has turned back into a Beast at 7 a.m. The two servants were assigned to Luke and Paige. Paige or Luke did not complain about them, but Paige ordered them as she was unkind and spiteful.

I would run for my deal life because I know well enough that person is insane but it came from Damon, a werewolf, a mythical creature. "You can see through objects?" I ask, earning a light chuckle from him. "Do I look like I'm one of The Avengers?" We both laugh, a warm tingly feeling in our chests. "No, not at all. I think you're far more mysterious. You're a beautiful creature," His eyes pierce into mine, a tint of yellow disappears as soon as it came. "Beautiful?" "Yeah, beautiful. I don't know how to explain it,"

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.

I attacked again and she immediately fought back while the old Mage just kept staring and watching us. "Stop this, please" the woman added. "Phoebe!!" the old mage shouted. "He's not on our side!!, he killed all the monsters in this land... He deserves to die!." The woman did not listen to what the mage said... in my next attack she caught my hand and quickly grabbed my sword and thrust it into my back with the sword on fire. "Well done Phoebe, I never doubted you" the mage had a smirk on his lips as he uttered those words.

Besides, if magic was real, why couldn't this guy be a psychic? 'And maybe I'll grow a tail and swim away,' she thought dreamily. 'If only.' She felt her smile grow wider with every step Damien took in her direction. When he stopped in front of her and took the leash from Psychic Boy, Damien looked at her like she'd gone crazy. "I don't remember you ever smiling this much," he commented. He had a point. "Uh, well, you make me happy," Belle explained. "The spell has turned her into your dog," Psychic Boy offered an alternative theory. "If she had a tail it would be wagging. She whines all day when you're gone. Obeys your every command."

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.