Ilvermorny Houses Traits Novels & Stories

‘Kill her too, how dare she touch us’ I don't even get a chance to tell her to get off me before my little wolf moves at a speed I wasn’t expecting, well no one was expecting. “Do, not touch him” Emerald has Morgana by the jaw, slamming her into the wall, “And another thing, it’s King fucking Vulcan to you” She growls into the witches face, that has went white. I won’t lie, it's supper hot seeing our mate defend us, her aura is menacing as it swirls around her. I notice the golden shimmer in her aura, my aura has the same shimmer it's a sign of royalty. It would normally appear after her coronation but I am guessing because she comes from royalty she already has it. ‘She is a true Queen’ my

“The glow is a sign of pregnancy and that the children you carry have strong magical abilities. The longer the golden color stays at your hands and feet, the stronger their magical affinities are!” “Ah, that’s great then!” Khailis’ heart swelled with happiness. So she’s really carrying her beloved’s children, and it seemed like they have good magic inside them! Langrion on the other hand found a black diamond with bits of white crystals incorporated into them. “As expected, the Ancient Evil’ magic is rooted in darkness, hence the color...” Templar said.

The air was crisp and cold, and I could feel the temperature difference, a subtle reminder of the Cryomancers' power. Our escort, a young Cryomancer with an endearing shy demeanor, led us deeper into the castle. Her striking neon blue hair and icy blue eyes made her seem almost otherworldly, and I found myself wondering if her youth belied a deeper power. Despite her reserved nature, there was something about her that commanded attention, and I couldn't help but be intrigued by this quiet, icy siren.

Though the people from her kingdom were quite pale and white in complexion, she was quite tanned as she was not one to always sit idly in the castle. She was always training or horse riding or doing some other activities she felt were fun. They walked for a while before reaching an odd-looking house. It was quite big but it had dull colors and was surrounded by weird short trees. “This is the training house. The Orieo family has trained people from this kingdom for centuries, they are the owners of this academic facility and you will start

“Okay. So. There’s North Crest Institute.” “That sounds normal.” “It’s not,” she said dramatically. “They’re super quiet. Too quiet. They don’t interact much, but they always place high in strategic competitions.” “Suspicious?” “Very.” “Next.” “Silvergate Collegium,” she continued. “They act refined. Elegant. Polished.” “That sounds harmless.” “They smile too much.” “…That’s your reason?” “They smile while plotting,” she whispered. I blinked at her. “And then,” she said darkly, “..there’s Blackmoor Dominion.”

That path was closed. So they did the next smartest thing. They bent first. Publicly. Deliberately. The first high house to kneel to what comes next. Calculation. Clean and precise. I kept the charm. Not because I trusted them. Because a calculating house that has decided loyalty is its advantage is far more valuable than a dead one. And I am, at the core of it all, a banker. I do not waste an asset that has chosen to be useful. The House of Morrigane sent something else entirely.

“The silent forge builds the sharpest sword.” He gave a tiny nod. Okay, Pearl. You’re still alive. “Last question—History. Name the three noble houses that supported the rebellion of the Eastern Province a decade ago.” Oh no. Politics. Not my strength. I paused, fingers twitching. “The House of Talin… the Red Crest of Bellan… and…” My mind went blank. “Last one,” the instructor said, voice low. Think Pearl, think. “And the Emerald Flame… the House of Ruvan.”

A colossal dome arched overhead, painted with celestial sigils that shifted with every breath, depicting the four ancient Houses that ruled Aetherborn. At the center of the hall stood the Sanctum of Mirrors a vast, glowing circle of crystal platforms arranged like petals. Each one shimmered in a different hue, representing a Castle: Noctis, in black and red flame. Lupaxis, in molten gold and deep earth tones. Wyverndale, in blue and silver stormlight. Tenebrae, in lilac and dark velvet hues. The first years, still buzzing with nerves and awe, were gathered in the center ring. They stood on the pale, neutral crystal where no colors yet burned, unclaimed.

Jasmine replied while King, general commander all started at her like lost puppies. “Every Sorcerers is divided into seven types based on their strength of evilness pink, green, purple, red, sliver, black, and metal, they have their very own color and smell of smoke fog which is also known as their poison, pink poison is for Sorceress with low evilness knowledge while metal is for sorceress with undefeatable powers, her powers are almost equal to a witch” Jasmine replied