Who Is Dumbledore's Brother Novels & Stories

I said. There was dead silence after those words came out. Immediately after that, everyone burst into laughter. "Not me? Who is it then? You're so obsessed with me. Would you really agree to be someone else's mate? "Besides, there's only my brother in my family and me. My brother's been gravely ill ever since he was attacked by rogues. No one even knows how much longer he'll live. "More importantly, I heard his wolf was injured too. Apparently he can't even mark anyone anymore. Are you really choosing some loser who's even weaker than an Omega?"

He would obliterate whatever was left of the uncle Elf spirit. "A few days before the engagement, Father set off for Ashenmore with my brother, my uncle and a dozen guards. I had an older brother actually." Zedekiel informed Ron, smiling as he recalled his brother's antics. His voice, his mannerisms, the way he infuriated him but made him happy at the same time. "His name was Berthiel. He was goofy and kind. He loved to play around and never took anything seriously. He was the heir to the throne but he always said he didn't want to be King. He said he'd rather let me be King while he roamed the world, enjoying everything it had to offer."

“Let it go, Elder Arthur. I'm sure Charles' great-brother only meant what he said. We all know a big brother should have more discretion.” The effects of last night's ritual were still eating away at the magic flowing through my veins, astonishingly Darwin suddenly woke up from his slumber and stirred in anger. The same thing never failed to happen every time I met my brother, William Vermilion. For as long as we could remember, the two of us had been brothers who had never been blessed with brotherhood.

“What do you mean?” “This man—he’s been pulling the strings, Isabella. All this time, he’s been working from the shadows, and I didn’t know how deep it went. I didn’t know what he was capable of until it was too late.” I felt a chill run down my spine. “Who is it? Who’s been doing this to us?” Damian’s face contorted with frustration, as if he were fighting against himself to say the name aloud. “It’s my brother.” His brother. The words lingered in the air, like an echo of something I couldn’t quite grasp. “What do you mean your brother? I thought you only had Viktor.”

I could feel his energy—he was reaching out to his brothers through the werewolf connection that bonded them. Footsteps echoed from the staircase. They grew louder, closer, until a young man appeared. He had the same hair and eyes as Rhett, but his nose was slightly different, and a pair of glasses perched on it, giving him a charmingly nerdy Harry Potter vibe. I knew immediately—it was the third brother, Joss Paxton. He grinned when he saw us. “You’re back! I was going to visit once I finished reviewing that report you gave me.” “I got tired of the damn hospital,” Rhett replied flatly.

“Is the twin also alive still then? Is he also a Magos?” “Zlo could not survive without his twin. As long as he lives, you can be sure so does his brother.” “And as long as his brother lives,” said the ascetic, “So does Zlo.” “So who is his brother?” asked Ilyria. Madame Skia, clicked her tongue but the ascetic put a restraining hand on her arm, “Be gentle, Skia,” she said. Then to Ilyria, “You know one other magical being many aeons old, Ilyria.”

“Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease. Hopefully tonight doesn't take a horrible turn.

In the Knights group, in one of the directors chambers, The second grandson of Desmond Knight, Alex Knight was seen sitting on a couch beside his twin sister while his father, Albert Knight was standing infront of the floor to ceiling glass wall. "Dad, uncle Edward seemed to have recovered from his paralysis. What if he recovers completely?" Alex asked with a displeased frown. "Don't be impatient Alex. It took my elder brother 15 years to recover half. By the time he could completely recover, he might not be alive" Albert replied camly. "Dad, isn't it suspicious that Brother Xavier suddenly posed an important business deal and left without telling any of us? Might his sudden plan came up bec

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Everyone became a frozen statue at their place. But in a few seconds murmuring started again, but, more loud and clear. Students started talking about Harry's past or whatever biodata they have or heard. -"What is he talking about!" -"Sister? Did I hear something wrong?" -"Ahh! Guys Harry does have a sister." -"Where did that come from?" -"You guys forgot? We all know that Harry has two younger siblings. One is his sister and the other one is his youngest brother." -"So are you saying that Serene is... No, that can't be true."