Headmaster Before Dumbledore Mga Nobela at Kwento

A towering figure stood ahead, his presence alone enough to command silence. Headmaster Soren. How did he know I was new here? But then he wasn't the headmaster for nothing. He could tell from scent. His presence was like steel, he looked imposing, sharp, and impossible to ignore. The stories about him were endless. He had led Dominion Academy for over a decade, shaping countless alphas into warriors. He looked at me like he already knew I didn’t belong. "With me," he ordered. I followed, forcing my hands to remain loose at my sides. The last thing I wanted was draw unnecessary attention to myself.

He just watched his cum drip down my thighs. “Clean yourself up in the bathroom down the hall,” he said, tucking himself away. “Then come back here. We’re not finished.” I stood on shaky legs, cum running down my legs, and walked to the door. Before I could open it, he spoke again. “Isla.” I turned. Blackwood smiled coldly. “From now on, when you address me, you call me Headmaster. Or Sir. Understood?” I nodded, throat raw. “Yes, Headmaster.”

"He doesn't usually do that. In fact, he hasn't, except once about 400 years ago....Consider yourself very lucky... and blessed." Vaerion flickered the chandelier lights as if to say damn right she is. The headmaster turned more serious then, his gaze sharp but kind. "How were your first classes?" "I actually love them," I admitted. "Even the creepy spellcasting dude who hates godbloods couldn't ruin it." His lips twitched. "Ah yes... Professor Thornhall. A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Aster snorted behind me. "Necessary perv is more like it."

I didn't bother hiding the disbelief in my voice. According to Sir Aaron, becoming a headmaster wasn't an easy feat. It meant that one had surpassed the limit of one's powers, exceeded the powers of their teachers and had become one with their magic. He didn't say anything about my skeptical question, and instead chuckled coldly. With a sigh of resolve, he turned around and gave me my space. I released the breath which I had not realized I’d been holding somewhere along the line. My locker was tidied in a minute and I began to make my way towards the first class of the day only to get stopped by a familiar face who intercepted my route.

The volume rose up to a point where Keverow had to slam her gavel down. “Silence! Silence!” She cried. Then she turned to look at Thorne. Her eyes were narrowed. “Do I mean to assume you’re accusing both Smith and the Headmaster, Alpha Blythwitch?” “No,” Thorne said with a shake of his head. “I don’t think the Headmaster would fall under this spell on his own. I think that Smith is a master in seduction and has seduced the Headmaster to fall under her spell.” “Spell?” Keverow snorted. “No sort of spell exists to cause someone to go against their species. I believe you received excellent marks in history. Did you not remember Headmaster Lunerly was one of the wolves who freed us?”

As soon as we reached the office building, I knocked on the headmaster's door. Our principal was quite strict. When Axel and I entered the last time, the principal had a serious face on. Seriousness will always be first, you should never crack a joke around the principal. Nonetheless, the dean's quite funny sometimes. "What idiotic scene you did there. You're Alpha's in train to become a better Alpha, and yet you all disappoint me." His eyes flare. Black orbs encircle his whole rim. "How did you encounter the Broken?" The headmaster looks at us, dead in the eye.

Draco had not found the mastermind since he missed the right time to investigate the issue. Draco had a feeling it was one of his mafia lords, but he couldn't be sure since they were like a brotherhood and he was their leader. Even though he knew some of them wanted to rebel and he had put measures in place so that even if they decided to betray him, it would be like using a double-edged sword, both sides were deadly.

The contact was brief—but grounding. The Headmaster stood at the far end of the room. Tall. Ageless. His eyes were sharp enough to strip lies from bone. “Well,” the Headmaster said slowly. “This is unexpected.” His gaze lingered on Xander. “I didn’t summon you.” Xander met his stare without hesitation. “Then summon someone else.” The Headmaster’s lips curved faintly. “Bold. Reckless.” “Necessary,” Xander replied. The Headmaster’s eyes slid to Zade.

The ruckus started once again as if nothing had interrupted it. "Children," Headmaster Kendrick let out as he stepped into the room, and once more, there was silence. Lia and Riley let go of Jake while the rest of the students made way for Headmaster Kendrick to come forward. I noticed he had other students behind him, like Lance and Zain. It must be an announcement because it seemed like everyone in the whole school was present. Headmaster Kendrick cleared his throat before he started speaking, "The school is growing, and so are the species. Every species has a hierarchy system, and I believed the witches and the others had done great by choosing who their leaders are."

Natalia Scholae Pythinissam "The second I get out of here, I'm going to fucking kill you, Dumbledore 2.0." I screamed, holding on to the bars of the cell the two bitches had put us into. On the orders of Dumbledore. "Headmaster Malone..." Anna was torn apart when she learned that the headmaster of Pithonissam was the one who has behind the kidnappings of his students. "How could you? You were the one who protected us!" She screamed from the cell opposite us.