Ilvermorny Houses Traits Novels & Stories

“The Elarion are ancient artifacts born of the forest’s will. They move, they resist, and they choose whom they allow near. Your task: bring back a living relic. The rarer, the better. Return empty-handed, or fail to return at all—and you forfeit your rank.” A hush fell. “And should you encounter the Mireling Crown—the forest’s rarest relic, known for its ability to manipulate shadow and time—you will earn not only high merit, but the Headmistress’s personal favor.” He paused. “But beware—it is sentient, elusive, and hostile.” Great. So a homicidal crown. With a wave of his hand, the sigils blazed—and the field rippled. The tall grass gave way to a dirt trail that led into the mouth of the f

While Old Duchess was a Fae, descendant of the Creature of Light, Elves. In this world, only dragons and humans had neutral attributes. Other beings were born with the attributes of darkness or light. Dragons could choose their attributes because they were very strong, while humans could choose their attributes if they trained hard because they were weak and their body was like blank paper. Perhaps, what caused Liam to become weaker was the effect of the sorcery he suffered 70 years ago coupled with the past few months. But Alchemy could not purify Sorcery, only counteract it.

I could hear her voice from where I was showering. "Each talent is assigned to a distinct emphasis in a coterie. Your eye color determines the assignment. Red is for students gifted with speed and agility, which are mostly vampires; yellow is for those with incomparable strengths and strong senses, green is for faes who can control plants and animals; purple is for witches or those gifted with incantations, spells, and potions, gray is for seers, and blue is for hybrids." "Myra, what about you? She has the same eyes as us. The standard dark brown eyes?"

Even if my wolf snarled angrily, motivating me to fight, I was too petrified to move a finger. The black-bearded beast leaned over me, his hands stroking my silver hair. "I used to hear a lot of legends about the Seymour family. I heard that the true heir is blessed with resilience and is immune to silver. I was always curious to find out whether those legends are true or not. Are you really immune to silver, my dear?" he asked, locking his eyes on mine. I swallowed hard. My mouth opened slowly. "I'm no—"

And the next ruler, Her Majesty's most holy staff, was the only one who could touch it. We were standing on the drawbridge, in the old wood. Originally, here was where the horses crossed to carry the supplies into the citadel within. Everyone in these places had a place to call home. A large mushroom house stood outside the palace, and I noticed a Gingerbread house. Oh, how I wish I could enter there if they will allow me. I see armoured small creatures clad in pale pink. They have emerald eyes and some wear shoes, while others go barefoot. A lovely maiden with a bearded head, crown, and a manly figure, yet from the waist down he is shaped like a fish playing in the brook falls. A race betwe

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.

"Elmloch?" "Yes. Students are assigned Houses based on certain characteristics. Elmloch is particularly gifted with runners and volleyball players as they're tall and lithe--I assume you're a gazelle, or some other Bovidae? Anyhow, the students who go to Veloria are mostly aerial shifters, sharp and quick, with the right measure of wit and alacrity that allow them excell in mental aptitudes.

She probably doesn't want me to speak, but at least I can show that I'm paying attention. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses, each one representing an element and its values. The mirror exists to sort you into one of those houses, and usually, it picks the houses where you will grow as a person." Not in the water house then. My grandmother continues speaking. "The water house values beauty and change. The students placed in that house often see the grace in nature and are resilient to change, usually able to tackle every challenge life gives them." I glance at Daisy. She plants her arms under her chest. I notice every student standing in her group is wearing white and blue. It's probab

Because Golden had used that blood extremely skillfully before, the nobles found normal that he picked some clues about the blood before anyone else. Kermu needed only two hours before grasping the spell, learning from blood was more difficult than learning from the wall, so he could be considered very fast. Kermu had a perfect affinity to wind, so the Wind Wings Magic Skill was a spell that suited him a lot. Nurvey and Serka needed a day to learn it. Hyrk was the slowest again. He needed two days to learn the spell. He was having bad luck as the two legacies they found weren't well suited to him.

Morgan pointed ahead. Far off in the distance there was a large house abutting the forest. It was covered in flowers and vines; like the earth was trying to reclaim it. It has a stone border that stretched around the house, also covered in flowers. It was low and didn’t hide the extensive garden in the front of the house. It looked almost like a secrecy garden. “There are…a lot of kids. Just as a heads up. All but one, I think, that are mixed. Like you.”