Harry Potter Ravenclaw Novels & Stories

I looked down at him, and saw the admiration shining in his eyes behind this glasses, and my heart squeezed. When I looked back at Jeremiah, I found myself smiling. "Yes. This is Chuck." Jeremiah's face suddenly became warmer, he crouched slightly to Chuck's level. "Nice to meet you, Chuck." He said, stretching his hand for a shake. "That's a great shirt. You a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw kind of guy?" Chuck's entire face lit up like fireworks. "Ravenclaw! But I really like Luna Lovegood, and everyone says Hermione should've been in Ravenclaw too because-"

"Is that a... geographic location?" Kieran burst out laughing. "Oh my god. He's serious. He doesn't know Harry Potter. Did you grow up under a rock, dude?" "I grew up in isolation," Cale said stiffly. "Elion, help him out," Mira said, sensing the awkwardness. "Team effort." "Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff," Elion said quickly. "He's not a fan of fantasy. He prefers non-fiction."

I said and we all continued our meal. In no time, we finished eating and I stood to clear the table with Freya, “no, it’s fine, you don’t have to,” she said and I just nodded and walked away to join Olivia and Toria in the sitting room where they sat watching a giant screen. “Tell me Phil, what pack are you from?” She asked immediately after I entered their sitting room. “Ravenclaw,” I simply said, but by the look in her eyes, I knew she knew where that way.

I blink at him, is he a Harry Potter fan too? “Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Are you a fan?” I ask squinting my eyes at him. He chuckles “I am but don’t tell my father or Jax, I’ll never hear the end of it.” “Your secrets safe with me. Let me guess Hufflepuff and Gryffindor?” I say looking at his facial features. Strong cheek bones, sharp jaw line, ocean blue eyes, some faint freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks, eyebrow piercing and black hair with a fade around the edges, wavy curls on top. He really is very handsome.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

He would have killed that girl then and there, but he need the name of the poison which she used on that sword to paralyze Irina. The Raven Prince is the most powerful and feared among all the dragon clans. No one has the potential to stop him or go against him. He is just twenty-five, but dragons who are more experienced than him are all scared of him. No one can win over him. His word is a law and no one would dare to go against it. But for the first time, a slave is living even after being at the receiving end of his wrath. "Did you find anything about who she is and where she came from?" Cadmus asked the chief commander of his army.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

She then moved her hand to point her black almond nail toward the last two, "Finally we have Prince Kavan, accompanied by King Abram Rouault of the Tawny Owl Harpy Clan." Tawny owls, The servant girl put everything into place mentally, tawny owls are a suitable match for Raven Harpy standards. Prince Kavan has the best chance in this room on looks alone, despite being the smallest out of all of the males here. The Raven Queen's next words cut through the servant's thoughts like ice, "Do go and get our guests some refreshments and beverages now, will you?"

Every morning was a gift. Nisan had grown quickly, as half-blood children often did. She was already sitting up on her own, reaching for objects with her tiny hands, babbling in a language that only she understood. Her dark hair had thickened, curling around her ears. Her gray eyes had lightened, becoming almost silver in certain lights. The golden glow still flickered beneath her skin, especially when she was happy or excited or hungry. The First Wolf's power was there, watching, waiting, but not interfering. He had learned patience. He had learned that some things could not be rushed.

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.