Novel & Cerita How Did Ariana Dumbledore Die

Duncan returned it, silent. “Bless you, child,” she whispered, stroking Arianna’s hair. “May your days ahead be filled with everything you’ve ever hoped for. I’ll be with you, always.” Arianna closed her eyes as Drakora pressed a final kiss to her forehead. But when she opened them again… her mother was gone. All that remained was a trail of shimmering sparkles, fading gently into the air like the last traces of a dream. A broken sob escaped her lips, but before the sorrow could drag her under, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into the warmth she needed most.

“And she had been living with this for all these years?” Arya and Anna only knew their mother died of an illness, they were young to understand what it was or they’d have figured their mother wasn’t an alcoholic. “I’d send in more money for this. Thank you so much. I don’t know if it's possible to get the original result, that is the original cause of Juliet’s death.” Diablo cocked his head. “Well, that'll be difficult. He must’ve discarded it. It’d surely not be in any file the hospital has.”

Chapter 1 Death Does Become Us My name is Arabella Smith, and I sorta died today. Don’t surprise me with my luck. It’s just a shame it’s a day before my thirtieth birthday. They say only the good die young but I think thats a load of crap. why don’t we start back when my bad luck started, bout three weeks ago, when i caught my boyfriend of six years cheating. *three weeks ago*

Knowing they can't see him, he moved closer to them to listen to what they are saying. "Did you hear what has become your mate?" Anna asked and he furrowed his brows. Did something happen to him? "He lost the battle and his life. And jasmine his sister has lost her sanity" the other witch said and he batted his lashes. He was right. He is going to die. "I should have chosen him" Ariana cried. He watched her bring out a silver knife and right there she ended her life. He was returned to the present and he wept. If he had chosen Ariana, she would have ended her life because of him

“Somewhere.” “No,” Xavier rasped, his voice like ice cracking. “He died the day you left.” Ariana flinched. I stepped forward, but she held up her hand — she still wasn’t done. She drew in a deep breath, trembling, chest heaving. “Then I’ll bury you myself.” Light and shadow collided. The explosion blinded me. The ground beneath us split open, stones cracked, and wolves and vampires alike stumbled and fell to their knees. The air was a scream. The sky seemed to cry.

And no one—not even Alpha Dorian—could stop it. "My fate was decided the moment I was born," I whispered, more to myself than to him. "I can’t escape it. Not anymore." Dorian stepped back, his hands dropping from my shoulders, but his expression remained unchanged. He was calm, too calm. There was no panic in him, no fear, only determination. "I won’t let you die, Arianna," he said firmly, his voice like steel. "I can take you away from here. I’ll make sure they never touch you."

He swore that he would never let Zoey, the murderer, go! The two of them signed the documents and brought the funeral home's vehicle, taking away Ariana's body. Because Ariana died in a disgraceful manner, the Harmon couple had her cremated, without even a decent funeral. One living person turned into a handful of ashes, and both of them were filled with unwillingness in their hearts. Dahlia said fiercely, "I was going to kill that bitch Zoey!" Jordan glared at her and said, "What's the point of saying that? Can Russell give you a chance to get close to her?"

And he will break her boldness. “The Empress saw you changing the wine glasses at the Ball,” Damien states. “Lady Ariel took one of the glasses you had exchanged. The Empress said it was odd but let it slide at that time. Later at night, Lady Ariel was found dead of silver poisoning. The last thing she drank was wine. The healer confirmed it himself.” “Huh?” Anna is shocked. Moira made a statement like that? “Also…”

It was less now that I found Irina, but I still missed her terribly. My very first love. Ariana and I were happy. We had the perfect life. She was my age. She was a werewolf. Everything was perfect, until the night I got the call that she had died in a horrible car crash. Ariana had gone to a Luna council meeting and we were going to meet up for dinner in the city. It was just one of those horrible, inexplicable accidents, but her life was wiped out instantly.

Pain exploded through me, and I dropped to my knees, struggling to breathe. “Killian!” I looked up, forcing a smile through the agony. “Go, Aria. Finish this. For all of us.” Before I could say anything else, the tendrils dragged me toward the sigil, their grip tightening. Aria screamed, her magic flaring in a desperate attempt to free me. But it was too late. The last thing I saw was her face, etched with determination and heartbreak, before the darkness consumed me.