Aurelius Dumbledore Novels & Stories

Darwin muffled as he stood up from where he was seated. He looked across the table as he signaled me to get up. “And this gathering won’t ever be completed without a proper introduction of our associate, Dumbledore Voldemort. A man who has the entire publicity of Hawaii in his hands!!” He chuckled softly as every board member clapped their hands in unison and in a pretty disorganized manner. I smiled back at Darwin and every other persons that was present. “Oh mine!! I wish I was made his personal assistant.” I heard a lady wished for something funny.

ALPHA HERVEAUX’S POV. The choice of not going back on my decision to accept Auriel was right after all, because she appears to be working well for me. I know Dante was attacked, but he has refused to speak up. I was relieved that Auriel could heal him. Great Alune is the second-greatest physician known to the werewolves in our dispensation. The first is the man in the forest. But Great Alune tagging Auriel as being three times stronger than her means a lot to me.

she replied promptly. "But I can't imagine Aldred and the Elders in the same boat," Lucien shook his head. Erica's mind veered back to last evening where Queen Jade had posed a similar doubt. Erica shrugged as she did last evening because even she didn't know why Aldred's name popped up first thing in her mind. He was a mage and a notorious one, so it was highly unlikely that his identity was unknown to the Council.

Aurelius was a ruthless king and a brilliant strategist from my perspective earlier. Nevertheless, I kept myself polite, especially when I couldn’t answer most of the questions about modern devices. That was beyond the knowledge of any normal kid like me to understand how they were made. Upon finishing, he ordered me to tidy up the room for the upcoming meeting with his commanders. I couldn’t complain that he treated me like one of his own servants due to my current dilemma.

Dupont of the Alchemy Department, Prof. Reginald Morell of Arcane Arts, Prof. Dimitrio of Herbology, and Prof. Raevers of charms. There was also a hooded person with them who seemed to be floating on air, beside whom stood the groundskeeper and head of Cryptozoology, Damien Wolvesbane. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin called to the hooded person who slightly tilted his head.

Covering myself up, I sat back down, choosing the furthest spot from him. He took off his t-shirt and threw it at me before he looked away. Gritting my teeth, took off the tattered remains of my top and I wore Dimitri's. Another hour passed in silence and pain for me before the entrance door opened. It was Dumbledore 2.0. But this time he was alone, his side bitches missing. He quickly began opening up Anna's door. Thank Goddess witches aren't affected by heat. Because I would have killed him. I really would have.

A satisfied sigh escape my lips at the aroma that's hits me the moment I step into the magical room. Holy mother of chocolate. "Don't sell off my house before I come back." Xavier says to Jordan who has a apron tied around his waist. The best thing I love about Jordan is that he cooks like a chef from heaven. Serving delicious dishes to is mortal humans. "You can take the day off." Xavier who I haven't noticed before push pass me with a cold breeze. "Wait." I yell, before running to catch up with him. Those long legs of him are really going to get me in trouble one day.

Vampires lingered at the back, half in shadow. And me? I was seated alone. My desk was smaller, plainer. No runes. No magic-etched surface. Just wood. Human accommodations. I swallowed and straightened my spine, refusing to shrink. Professor Aurelion entered without sparing me a glance. He was a wolf—silver hair, sharp eyes, authority etched into every movement. The room quieted instantly. “Open your core texts,” he ordered. A ripple of movement followed. Heavy tomes thudded onto desks. Books bound in leather and crystal. Pages shimmered faintly with magic.

Her face was a mask of pure disbelief. "I believe I heard someone mention a carry-over?" Aurel asked. His eyes narrowed to slits. "Or perhaps a lack of qualification? I am Aurel Daniel Valerius, Head of the Alchemical Research Division and current holder of the Grand Magic Tower Master's Seal. I believe my credentials suffice to mentor one student." Malphas let out a strangled squeak. His silver stirring rod slipped from his fingers. It clattered against the stone floor, loud and crude in the silence.

"My Uncle has invited me already! I have the letter right here!" Damon didn't even flinch. "I am the Alpha, my word is law. Your uncle reports to the Martial Lord, and he listens to his Alpha, and that is me. I'll make sure your invitation letter gets torn before the sun sets." I almost forgot who Alpha Damon truly was: the one in charge of the areas of land in Agolia, including my house, where he stopped by to visit me whenever he wanted to. Now, face to face with him, my heart was pounding while his words hit my eardrums with fear. "I know, but Damon…"