Characteristics Ravenclaw Novels & Stories

Raven squeezed her hand. "You'll love one soon. Wolves have admirable traits that you might appreciate," Raven said as he gently stroked Brienne's hair. "Like?" Brienne asked. "They're loyal, and they had a strong family bond. They are intelligent and strong. Above all, they are resilient," Raven said. "Hmmm," Brienne said. "Darling...what if I told you I'm different?" Raven said. "What different are we talking about?" Brienne asked and looked at him. Rave saw the innocence in her eyes, and it felt like someone was squeezing his heart.

I look him in the eye, his government sent him here because they know Raven is capable of being dangerous. “I honestly didn’t believe the report. She’s very young, I’ll admit she's mature and carries herself like a warrior, but she doesn’t seem as lethal and dangerous as Dagon claimed.” Ingvar glances at his men who all nod. “Raven is very special, she’s more than just a lycan. My mate is the Goddess of Death, and she is capable of killing hundreds of thousands, if not more, in the blink of an eye if she really wanted to. However, Raven is an incredibly strong woman who is duty driven to protect her people and innocents. Raven want’s peace, she doesn’t understand people who want to rule ever

It seemed they didn’t care too much about the gruesome battle raging outside; their eyes were on the invisible barrier surrounding the house. As the witches walked along the edge, creating a semicircle around the barrier, another figure stepped out from the growing fog outside the tree line. The tall Raven had straight black hair that ran almost the entire length of her back. She was thin and had strange black markings all over her pale skin, which seemed to whirl on her skin as she began muttering something. A black film emerged as she chanted, swirling around her body in pulses.

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

Not only were they popular, they were the most handsome of all the guys in Gryffindor. To think they where my brothers. I shrugged it off, like it was some forbidden thought. "Gryffindor is made from a long line of royalties. It's like a generational thing." I told her. "I'm mostly confused about it myself." "I'm sure I won't get confused." She replied, doing the high plank . "You've met walker?" I asked her. "I have. We technically bumped into each other in the worst ways ever." She replied. I grinned, knowing what walker was capable of.

They waited for almost a minute but the water didn't change colour at all, she bit her lips together. As she knows, the academy has five types of houses. It depends on what power you contain, if blue then you have water, red for fire, gold for ground, and white for air. And yellow for being normal, that you don't have any powers at all. Instead of feeling down she's happy, she's really happy! That she's normal, she heard the discrimination about between the being ordinary but she doesn't care at all.

"The Ravenclaw family is one of the most prominent in Lysandria," Margaret explained. "Zephyr's family owns Ravenclaw Industries, one of our largest conglomerates." Elena felt like the room was spinning. "Ravenclaw Industries. That's why my investigators couldn't find you. I named my company Ravenwood Industries. The names are so similar, but I never made the connection." "You named your company after your family," Zephyr said with a slight smile. "I named mine after my family. We were both honoring our heritage without knowing it."

Why couldn't we just be together? A tear escaped my eye as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. What would people say in the pack? That I was a young lady with bad luck, unfortunate and unlucky in love. I shook my head, refusing to accept that. I was Lyra, the princess of the Ravenclaw pack, the daughter of Alpha Redwyn ,and the Luna of Prince Caius and I would not be defeated.