Harry Potter Ravenclaw Emblem Novels & Stories

She wanted to appear as if nothing was wrong or that anything weighed on her mind, though her sleepless nights and the raw tremor in her chest from flashbacks and night terrors of that incident threatened to betrayed otherwise. Yet, Corvin was already waiting in the Raven court's west wing music room when she arrived. His dark hair fell neatly into place, his tunic bearing the subtle sigil of House Mourhollow: the white crescent against a black scroll, one of the few houses that didn't use a raven, talon or feather on their emblem. His presence was steadying for her, like a stone cliff amidst a sea of ever shifting sands. "You're handwriting is as neat as ever, Sephora's," he greeted warmly,

He smirked before removing a ring from his pocket. "Do you recognise this ring, Princess?" he asked. Valerie gasped with shock. She remembered the ring. It's the black opal ring which is similar to the pendant she is wearing. Raphael wears it. She never saw him removing that ring. It is the symbol of a Raven clan royal. Irina and Cadmus also has similar kind of rings. Each ring has the name of the person engraved on the underside of the ring. She snatched the ring and looked at the underside of the ring for the name.

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

he frowned "If you want your death so soon, wait on the third day. Everything ends then. This alliance should never have been and it needs to be broken. Just so you know, we now have the book of plans you've set out, the evil plans against the humans. You plan to destroy us and rule over us" "Three days! Raven's going to be killed by my hands" Mr Tartal said The intruders left immediately while the hall remained tainted with blood. Luca was cuffed on the wrist with a strange metal ring.

The pain was brief but sharp, like a reminder that this moment mattered. I raised my hand over the bowl filled with rich, dark soil of Valeria, branded with the royal sigil that seemed to look different now, even though I had seen it a thousand times before. As my blood dropped in the bowl, I could feel something shift in the air…something that felt weird. Then I wiped the dripping blood off with my thumb, pressing down on the scroll with my name in fancy script which signified my enrollment to the Academy.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

Helena squinted her eyes and picked an emblem up before using her power to disintegrate the charred surface to see the emblem clearly. The insignia of a throne and a crown with a golden leaf crown on crossword and SPQR alphabet were on the metal emblem. When seeing this emblem her eyes frown even further. The anger that had already subsided resurfaced in her eyes. Helena then flipped the emblem's back side to see if there was anything in it. [Marcus Marcellus. 11700XXXX-XXX] was written on the back side of the metal emblem. Helena looks at Ignatius and asks with a stern voice.

But the blood of the Hollow Bones did not vanish. It hid. It waited. And over the centuries, it bled into the corners of Raven’s Peak—quiet, bitter, forgotten. Until now. --- **PRESENT DAY – MR. LARK’S PRIVATE STUDY** Mr. Lark stood in front of an old oil painting. The brushstrokes were dark, moody. It showed a woman in black with pale eyes and a bone charm around her neck. Liora St. Clair. He ran his fingers along the edge of the frame, stopping at a small carved emblem hidden in the wood: a tree with no leaves. A crow at its base.

But just as quickly, that comfort turned to confusion. Why were they hiding in the first place? What were they running from? I flipped the page with fingers that felt too heavy for my own body. The parchment was older here, yellower. The ink faded, but still legible. I skimmed the first few lines and stopped cold. My breath caught in my throat. There it was. Drawn in thick, black ink, aged and faded, but unmistakable. A bird, wings outstretched. A woman standing tall beneath its outspread feathers. A fish, scales glittering, tail curled. The three parts flowed together, fused in a single emblem. My breath hitched.

He sounded worried and left. I looked around and saw that I was alone in the corridor. Only for the guards at the entrance which was a distance from where I was. It could be possible that these people might have already made it into Ravensclaw pack. I stared at the large crest, the one bearing the insignia of the back and stared. A raven and a wolf, at either side of the crest, displaying strength and intelligence. I feared this little time of peace we had would only last for that long.