Novel & Cerita How Did Dumbledore's Sister Died

But today in her funeral, the high mighty sister Cecilia told me that those maesters and nurses had done their best to save her, yet they couldn't. "So it wasn't an immediate death?" I mumbled, couldn't take my eyes from her fresh grave. My eyes burned. "Did she suffer, Sister?" I asked with stones pressing my chest. Sister Cecilia stared at me for a long time, with sorrow in her eyes, and without a word, I knew the answer; yes. She suffered. By a lot probably. "Ye are tired, Amber. Just go get some rest," sister Cecilia hissed.

Aunt Lucinda said through her own tears, pulling me back gently. “She can’t die, Aunt! I have the money now! We can save her! Belle needs to live!" The doctors and nurses were in tears, silently watching me. None of them tried to stop me. I kept pumping Belle’s chest, but the cardiac monitor remained a straight line. Eventually, I lost all strength and collapsed onto the floor, sobbing. I couldn’t believe it. My little sister was gone. Just a few days ago, I saw her smile and laugh. She even sang while I played the guitar. And now… this? Why now, when I finally had the money for her surgery? Why did she have to die?

"It's important." "He's celebrating his birthday with his mate," I'd replied, trying to be gentle. "Maybe you should get back to filming." Her laugh had been brittle. "If I mention my brother, he'll see me. He owes Samuel that much." The threat in her tone had been unmistakable. I knew the story—Samuel Winters had died in the accident on Ravenclaw Bridge, the same accident where Dominic was injured. Dominic had always carried that guilt. "But I don't want to use my dead brother as leverage," she'd continued. "Not unless I have to."

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—"

“Next thing we knew, he drove off without saying anything.” “What bad news?” I demanded, my patience fraying. He swallowed, his eyes flicking to the floor. “Ghost, his sister. She’s dead. She was murdered.” My eyes widened, shock slamming into me like a freight train. My hand flew to my mouth again, a gasp escaping before I could stop it. Ghost—Damon’s sister, the one he’d tried to call, the one he’d trusted—was dead. Murdered.

Lizzy suddenly broke down crying and Uncle Luther looked away. “I’m so sorry nephew but… the Luna, the Luna is dead. They killed her.” I was stunned for a second. Not moving, not even breathing as all the blood drained from my face. “What?” I asked suddenly feeling faint. Uncle Luther looked regretful and Lizzy was sobbing loudly. “Those brutes killed my sister James.” She cried. “And it’s all my fault. Maybe if I held her tighter, stopped her from blocking the knife, then maybe she’d still be hear with us.”

"The Goddess chose him for me. I have no reason to fear." "No reason," Carmen repeated, a strange smile playing on her lips. "Of course." She was quiet for a moment. Then she spoke again, her voice softer, almost contemplative. "My sister died here, you know. In this castle. As a soother." Ysabella's eyes widened. I kept my hands steady.

“ Angelica, your sister… “ He stared that gave shiver to my spine. “ She’s dead… “ My body frozed and my world stopped. She’s dead?! “ She died twelve years ago… “ He added that made my tears flow. My sister! She’s dead! But how? ***** Please support my other story. Love you all(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤乂❤‿❤乂

“What do you mean?” Sylvia sighed, a shadow passing over her features as she recalled something painful. “You know about my sister, don’t you? Kalazar didn't kill her. She sacrificed herself. And not without reason. When Kalazar took her, she learned of his plans—plans that were far worse than any of us imagined. She wasn’t a weak witch; she knew what had to be done to stop him. They both locked into a duel. So, she used a forbidden spell—a spell so powerful, so deadly, that it was meant to take both the caster and the target. The impact of that spell was brutal, leaving only a 0.01 percent chance of survival. The news that came to us afterward said they both died that night.” The weight of

Everyone in the room turned to face the witch. "Yes, Aislinn was my older brother, but he died of poisoning and that grimoire used to be our family hairloom" she told them. Her words echoed in Clara's ears. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any more interesting than it already was but here she was again, finding herself in yet another surprise.