Ravenclaw Aesthetic Novelas e Histórias

I wandered between the shelves, letting familiar smells of old paper calm my thoughts. History. Law. Military strategy. Medicinal herbs. Werewolf bloodlines. I stopped… bloodlines. My fingers hovered over a thick leather volume but before I could pull it free— “Looking for something?” I nearly jumped. I turned to see Raven standing at the end of the aisle, she wore a cream sweater today instead of yesterday’s blouse, her dark hair gathered loosely over one shoulder. She looked comfortable, warm and approachable like someone who belonged here. “I didn’t hear you.”

"Please don't be as obsessed as Ashton with bikes and name it, that's fucked up." I don't need to name it, the fact it's painted and custom and says Caddel's Raven on it, kind of named it already. "I've never seen a bike like this though." It seems different. "It's an Arch, most are bespoke. Now, on you get, as we have business to sort once we leave you at the gym." Nodding, I walk to the bike and climb on. I really don't want to ride it. It's too nice, now I get Ashton's fascination with that bike in his room he doesn't want to use. I really don't want to use this one.

"Please don't tell me those ungodly things are the flowers?" "Hunter, you need something to break the white." "Break the white with something else," I growl at her. "That is pink." She only but frowns at me and grunts, "They are a soft baby pink." "I don't care how soft they are; they are still pink." "Hunter," she slightly raises her voice. "Please get out my face and go find something else to do." I only but look at Raven and shake my head, "We have created a monster. Your friend has gone stark crazy."

she said with a grin, amused by his ever plucky attitude. There was a sudden change in the atmosphere of the room as the shrill pitch of a raven's caw pierced the ears of its hearers. The call was followed by the unsettling sound of pecking at the window and another screech. All attention turned to the window, and Dorcus felt her blood turn cold. There sat a raven, its ruffled feathers tinted a deep and ominous blue, dark as midnight. Its eyes were filled with blackness, and the air around it shimmered with the particles of residual magic. 'Another bird, or... perhaps, the same.'

Calla's pov “Oh! Moon goddess!” I exclaimed. The worst part about this prison was how beautiful it looked. Ravenbane Academy rose from the mountains like something out of a dark fairy tale. Literally, this was every Harry potter’s fan dream. The buildings were made with stone, and had pointed edges that pointed up to the sky like a dare and gothic windows that caught the light and turned it silver. I pressed my face against the bus window, watching the gates swing open. My reflection stared back at me.

Shadow creatures poured through the breach, followed by something that made my soul recoil in terror. A Shadow Lord strode into the chamber, its form shifting between dimensions. Behind it walked a familiar figure that made my heart sink. Lord Ravenclaw, but not as we had last seen him. His body was wreathed in shadow magic, his eyes glowing with borrowed power. "Did you really think it would be that simple?" he asked, his voice layered with unnatural harmonics. "That you could perform your little ritual without interference?" "Ravenclaw," Prince Kael snarled. "You should be dead."

What kind of person was I to elicit such a reaction from her? “Arya, I fell some minutes ago and in the process had a slight concussion. I can't seem to remember any other thing apart from my name. Can you tell me where I am?” I asked. Her gaze immediately moved to my head before she met my eyes. “Sure thing my lady. You are in Ravenclaw Pack, the largest and strongest pack in all three regions under the leadership of Alpha Stephan.” I swallowed, my face turning pale at her words. Ravenclaw pack was the most elusive and dangerous pack in the kingdom.

I do my best to comfort Raven knowing she is afraid of something happening to separate her from her mates again. “I know, and I do understand that he has to go, it’s his responsibility as King, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Raven admits, sitting up and rearranging pillows around Roan. “Here hand me that comb, I’ll do two nice braids from the sides to the back in the middle, leaving everything else down,” Raven offers, while she runs her fingers through my silvery white hair. “Thank you, that look will be perfect for this dress. Why is Osric needed in Germany anyway?” I pass Raven the comb and get comfortable enjoying the feeling of her nails gently grazing my scalp.

Holden noticed her eyes roaming about. " Are you looking for something?" He asked and Raven looked at him. " Not really. I'm just admiring the decorations. It is beautiful" Raven chuckled. " I'll go with this avatar. But make her look a bit taller like as tall as you and her eyes color should be green. Her hair should be dark brown. And oh, I'll like her costume to be matched with a black mask with only her eyes visible" Holden instructed and Raven frowned at him in confusion.

even if one of those wolves was supposed to be mine. Raven stood in the centre of it all, her red curls cascading like a waterfall down her back, a silver thread woven through every lock. Her dress was nothing short of ethereal, a masterpiece of moon lace and frost-spun silk, with a bodice that glittered like starlight and a flowing train kissed by ancient runes. She looked powerful. Beautiful. Untouchable. And Declan... gods.