Raven Harry Potter Novels & Stories

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The name hit me like a bolt of lightning. Raven. The dark, enigmatic figure whose very name sent chills down the spines of even the most seasoned warriors. He had been hiding—vanished into the shadows, as if swallowed by the earth itself. No one knew where he went or why. But his power... that was something I’d never forgotten. I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing. Raven had been known for his manipulation of dark forces, his ability to twist minds and create illusions, to make people question reality itself. But why would he return now? What did he want with me, with my kingdom?

I stated every word clearly. "Raven , he is protected by twenty professional guards . Nobody. Not even his own family could be around him without his guards . This snake doesn't trust anyone . If you want to attack him you need to do it using your brain . " he justified. I sighed in frustration . Biting down my lips harshly. This sly fox . I wish I could just rip off his throat right now . "Okay . What do you get ?" I asked. "This ." He said, handing me another file .

Lance took her hand in his and clasped it with both hands, but didn't raise it to his lips. "Yes, thank you for coming so quickly." Then, Lance turned to me. "This is Raven, and she possesses the gift of magic." "She's a witch," I said, nodding my head, wondering what other supernatural creatures might walk through the door next. "Yes," she said, circling me slowly as a cat would size up a mouse. "And you are?"

I went a soft red, “Nevermind! Don’t answer that!” Raven shook her head with a smile on her lips, “I was afraid that you were going to find out my secret. When my mother died something happened to me. A power was released inside me that I never knew of before. I don’t know what I am at all, but the power I possess is to hypnotize people into getting what I want. All I know is I am not a full bred pure human.” she replied. I considered this for a moment.

From what? This latest riddle complicated the situation more instead of simplifying it. I couldn’t help but ask again. “Why was I protected? Who wants to harm me, Raven? I don’t have enemies.” Raven closed her eyes for a while, and when she opened them, they were burning golden. “Power hungry people are everywhere, Harley. They’ll be jealous of your power and harm you.” She talked about some imaginary rivals, making me wonder why I even shifted if it was so risky. My life was already a grave mess without this lycan trouble.

It seemed they didn’t care too much about the gruesome battle raging outside; their eyes were on the invisible barrier surrounding the house. As the witches walked along the edge, creating a semicircle around the barrier, another figure stepped out from the growing fog outside the tree line. The tall Raven had straight black hair that ran almost the entire length of her back. She was thin and had strange black markings all over her pale skin, which seemed to whirl on her skin as she began muttering something. A black film emerged as she chanted, swirling around her body in pulses.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

No one knows who Raven is, and the fact that she was known as the killing machine made people in the assassin community assumed her to be a man. Who would have thought that he would be a she? "Now, Raven. Let me introduce you to your new team. This guy with dark blue hair will be responsible behind the scenes. He specializes in computers, and he'll be a very great help when tracking and looking for escape routes." Mr. Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black.

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.