Ilvermorny Houses Traits Novels & Stories

Declan taps the back of my head playfully. Dean laughs, shaking his head, "No. Goliath is very fond of you and Gem. As is Declan, and he respects that you can do that. It's normally only our Luna with that capability or other alphas, even then it's rare they can make us surrender. But now that I am looking at you and thinking back to your mother. You two do resemble the Esos family. Your green eyes. Those emerald piercing green eyes, are rare. Then the color of your fur, jet-black with an emerald green tint."

“So I’ve got to let myself be blind sometimes.” Tori nods. “I wonder why you have this gift. Selene doesn’t hand out gifts unless there’s a greater purpose to use it.” I shrug. “I don’t really know and Emerald hasn’t told me. Perhaps it’s lucky we’re at a witches tower. Maybe Autumn has read something about it. After all, it looks like the 5th-7th floors are a library. I’m sure there should be some clues there.” “You know we do have to leave for Shadow Mist in the morning?” Tori points out.

🔮 The Five Elemental Houses of Eidolon University 🔥 House Ignisar God: Ignisar, God of Fire Bloodline: Ignisborn Colors: Crimson and molten gold Traits Valued: Passion, ambition, raw power, dominance, courage Magic Focus: Fire conjuration, combustion magic, soul-heat channeling Common Students: Warriors, battlecasters, duelists, hot-heads with massive main character energy Aesthetic: Lavaforged halls, flame-lit corridors, obsidian thrones, sparring arenas

On the other hand, upon hearing the other party's condition, Audrey and the rest of her friends can't help but twitch their facial features. A gift you say??? Then anything will do... But then you follow it with 'as long as it is a treasure...' From the current looks of it, it seemed that you will not accept just an 'anything' It has to be something 'valuable'! But considering that troll blood runs in Irithel's gene, this also make sense. It seemed that this is the trait that she inherited from her Troll parent. It was common knowledge that trolls are also known for being fond of anything sparkling such as gold and silver.

The collar's magic licked under her skin, more raw this time, dragging her halfway to her knees. But she didn’t yield. “I will never be yours,” she spat, struggling upright. Mavros’s teeth bared, relishing the contest. “That’s not how this works, little human. Limdrion rewards the strongest House. You belong to Maelis now.” He increased the pressure, flooding her nerves with a cold so intense it left her shivering. Spots danced before her eyes. Still, she refused. “I hate you,” she hissed, hoping the collar would hear, that the magic would recognize the rejection burning in her gut.

"Oh! That was quite definite, wasn't it?" "She seems to make her opinions known," I agreed with a smile. "A trait she likely inherits from both sides of her family." Maison chuckled at this, his hand coming to rest protectively at the small of my back. "The Diamond-Graystone stubbornness combined. The supernatural world may not be ready."

I answered. “Why the Full Moon?” Asked Maurice as he drove, looking back in the review mirror. “Each family has different abilities based on their lineage. My family, the House of Birchwood, is known for our control over nature and healing. As a Princess, I have a stronger connection to these powers, and the twins will inherit them, too.” I explained. Maurice glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “So, the twins will be powerful too?” he asked as I had to stifle a chuckle.

I murmured, the words barely louder than the wind. She didn’t look at me when she answered. “That’s Evander Dorne.” I blinked. “Who?” She finally glanced sideways, her voice low but precise, spoken like someone reciting a lesson meant never to be forgotten. “The youngest lord to House Dorne. They’re not known for brute strength like the Blackwoods or the Voss bloodline. Their influence doesn’t come from dominance—it comes from design. Strategic finesse. Ancient contracts. Courtly influence. Everything about them is calculated.”

Each one was carved from a different material — obsidian, jade, gold, steel, and ivory — and each held a sigil carved into its chest. Umbra, Solace, Myrrh, Forge, Vale. Five Houses. We moved on. The main building rose ahead — a massive fortress of glass and stone, spires tipped with gold like spears stabbing at the clouds. Runes glowed faintly along the outer walls, pulsing with soft white light. Cinder didn’t want to admit it — but it was breathtaking. The first time she ever stepped inside a vampire’s domain, she’d been a prisoner. This time was no different.

Chapter three The elders’ voices thundered above the crowd. “Silence!” one commanded, and the murmuring died. My chest tightened, my palms slick against my dress. “Let the Awakening begin.” One by one, names were called. Whoever was chosen stepped forward and placed their hands on the glowing orb. Each color revealed a trait—blue for sharp eyesight, red for speed, black for stealth, white for rare telekinesis, green for healing. Everyone whispered in awe each time the orb lit up.