The Life And Lies Of Albus Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Edmund said in a soft tone, ignoring Lilith, and the old man nodded at Edmund with a bitter smile. "So he chose life over power!" Lilith finally understood as she exclaimed, "That's very noble." "Not exactly." The archbishop shook his head, "He did take a life. By accident. It was the alpha's mate who was the pure soul that time, and in their fight over the wand, she died..." Edmund froze right where he was. It was too convenient to call it a coincidence when it was also the alpha's mate who broke the sleep spell last time! No one in the room knew yet, but he knew--

That's when the smiles on his lips disappeared and were replaced by a grin. “It's good that you knew right away. I thought it would take a long time for you to guess.” He said and playfully sat on the sofa before closing his eyes. But the Zombie plan of killing the woodcutter did not materialize when the woodcutter came to the front of the Zombie house to give him another deer to eat. I squeezed even harder to one side as I witnessed how the spirit left Albus' body. And I almost swallowed all my saliva when I saw Albus' body that was now decomposing and smelling so bad.

The room was full of werewolves, those not sitting around the table stood and watched me stand at the raised stage. “Wait,” I called out. “Before you do anything bloody, can we let this kid go?” They all burst into racuous laughter that had my body burning up from rage or embarrassment. I honestly could not tell which either. Right now, either I die or not, Tina was my priority. “It’s sad I will not be able to see the look on your father’s face when he sees my message regarding you,” the fake Dumbledore said. “Oh, what the hell? We’ve won.”

"V-Voldemort." Some staff members flinched at the name. The cold sweat was still pouring off Albus' face, and he talked again. "Tom Marvolo Riddle was the birth name of Lord Voldemort. He was one of my students here in Hogwarts. I was the one that delivered his acceptance letter at the orphanage when he was eleven years old." Albus Dumbledore said with labored breathing. He looked up to Erik, and found him smiling at him. "See? Was it that difficult?"

"How did this happen? She was fine just yesterday… Was she sick? If we had caught it earlier, maybe she wouldn't have…" The doctor gave him a strange look. "You didn't know? Luna had advanced Wolf Dissolution Disorder. She was declared terminal three days ago. There was nothing anyone could've done. She could only die slowly. Before the end, she'd suffer immense pain all over her body. The only way to keep it at bay is with heavy doses of painkillers." "Wolf Dissolution Disorder…" Caleb collapsed to the floor. His eyes were blank, like his soul had been ripped away. "She was sick… She was really sick… But why didn't she tell me? Why did she keep it from me?"

“Albus? From the snake clan? The outcast? He is stealing from my beloved wife?” “Don’t be so fucking annoying.” Phantom groaned. “Watch it.” “Or it could be someone else from his department,” Phantom offered, ignoring the warning. Albus was a fucking genius. The type of rare genius. There was no way anyone was stealing from him, or in his name, or any other possible scenarios. But, it was also unlikely that Albus would get caught. Malikul shook his head. Albus would never have gotten caught, if not for Phantom.

And now, Ralph was saying that she was brought to meet him. "You must be Isabella." A smile was turned to the confused lady. "Nice to meet you." "Where is Albus?" Isabella blurted out and looked around the space she was in. She didn't expect the reply that came. "I am Albus." A gasp escaped the shocked lady. It was followed by a chuckle from the wizard. Albus looked... 35. Isabella could not give the wizard anything above that age. The wizard's hair was completely white and silky, captured with a string and styled into a ponytail that touched his lower back. His dark eyes looked vibrant, young, energetic. One could even mistake him for 29 and wouldn't be wrong.

Don't tell him they were wrong about his kind! 'No... He had to be bluffing!' he thought to himself. “Now let’s try that again," Albus spoke. "Over the past few years, did you do the rite exactly as I told you to do? Or did you make some changes that shouldn’t have been made?”

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

They suited each other in a way. “And a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Moonshadow,” He added. “Chancellor Canis,” I said. “I thought you were too old for things like this?” “Deucalion was a bit insistent on me coming, so here I am,” Albus said with a shrug. Albus Canis was a powerful mage and master of magic, if not the most powerful. He and I helped rebuild the academy after it was almost destroyed by the war of the first Black Rose.