Ravenclaw Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Cromwell's choice of formation was just too coincidental, it happened to be the formation that the host least wanted. If it's in a human form, then it's not a big deal. Now it's like... Raven looked with wide sleeves fluttering, more eerie than anyone else, yet handsome and coldly beautiful that you couldn't look straight at. His hair stood up high, with three thousand strands of ink dancing in the wind. His black eyes, like a young swordsman in a martial arts novel, exuded a sense of melancholy when looking at people. He carried himself with an air of nobility, and on his wrist was wrapped a string of crimson prayer beads, with countless Sanskrit characters flowing out as if they were about

Raven is very simple, and she loves wearing plain clothes. You can say that her choice of style is that of a nerd with a mixture of boyishness, but because of Raven’s porcelain skin and contrasting dark hair and eyes, she still looked good on those clothes. You can make Raven wear a sack and she would still look good in it. However, it still didn’t stop people to wonder how she would look like if she dressed more appropriately. Surely, she would even surpass Celia’s beauty. Although Celia is born beautiful, people knows that half of her beauty is because she always took care of herself, groomed herself well, and wore the clothes that suits her appearance.

he said with his eyes blazing gold this time around. He knew what he did to attain this position but his new people, the wolves he now ruled would have stoned him right here if they knew. Yes! He worked for Raven, doing all her spying just to be the ruler which had been his goal and now that he had gotten it he was happy. Raven was not after the death of the wolves and whatever creatures but after Tartal alone, he and his family. He walked away with his men following him, they would be meeting with the rest of the pack at the 'Elite Cavern'

Eya inspects her handy work making me smile at how proud she is. “It’s beautiful, you two did amazing work together,” I comment, grabbing the black leather pauldrons which are embossed to match the rest of her armor. The pauldrons are layered, almost like the scales of a dragon, working down covering Raven’s upper arms. I smile thinking of how Raven will look like a beautiful strong warrior queen in the stunning armor our vaari and her stepdaughter made for her.

No one has ever cleaned my cuts before. "Sorry if it hurts", she said pressing a cottage wool soaked in spirit on a deep fresh cut. I was used to it so much that it didn't hurt. I just stared at all her features. Her lips were pouty, a fresh dark shade of pink, no artificial glow, but they were wet from her spit. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun but before it was down. Some of her curly black hair fell on her forehead and sides. Hey skin was light caramel, which was toned at every inch of her body. Her last curved which brought out her coffee brown eyes. She is practically the synonym of beauty, every guy at the club would have had their eyes on her. She was gorgeous, and here she was c

But I will help you in every way that I can,” I looked lovingly at her, my sadness was replacing my anger, I needed her and so did Raven in more ways than she would ever admit. She reached out and grabbed my hand but a sudden change in the air had her stop in her tracks. A cold breeze swept in, followed by scents that didn't belong on this territory. Raven was facing me, her eyes turned red and the veins under her skin were starting to throb and grow darker. Her fangs came out and she lifted her finger to her lips, indicating for me to be quiet. I saw how her nails had grown, they looked similar to claws but more beautiful and not as animalistic. They were pearl-white, glistening as the slig

He was tugging me along by my hand as we approached the square, where a group of children and parents—human and werewolf alike—had already gathered. Raven was standing at the center of the group, looking utterly ravishing in a sleek skirt and turtleneck. Her long black hair, loose and silky across her back, almost looked like a nebula as it caught the sunlight with each movement. I felt suddenly underdressed in my simple attire. Lucas gave me a quick hug before running off to join the other children. I watched as Raven welcomed him, introducing him to the group. She had a natural way with kids, I had to admit, and they all seemed captivated by her. No wonder. She was fucking stunning.

I ask while kneeling down in front of her feeling how uneasy she feels hearing her parents yelling for her. I can’t help blushing a little when I stare into her obsidian eyes noticing her looking me over trying to understand what she is feeling. “I don’t know,” she whimpers at Rebecca screaming for her so I nod and scoop her up into my arms. “It’s ok come on,” I reassure while carrying her towards the barn door to find her identical twin opening the door. They are very much the same except, their hair, eyes, and abilities. Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha.

But no one paid attention, well, no one on Ravenclaw, since by now, the naked women were dancing sexily as they smeared Pete's blood on one another, bathing in his blood like it was normal and everyone was giggling to this. It was at this moment I knew and agreed upon what had been on my mind for a while, which was, Ravenclaw was a sick pack.

The light revealed the sharp gleam of its elongated claws, and its jaw, powerful enough to snap steel, was lined with razor-sharp teeth. A smirk spread on Balthazar's lips as he watched the scene unfold. Exactly as he wished. "Welcome King! Long time, no see." He stood across the field, with a coven of witches clad in dark robes gathered, their eyes ablaze with otherworldly power. They brandished twisted staffs adorned with wicked charms, each step echoing with an eerie chant that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest of soldiers. Balthazar observed all of the army of werewolves, waiting for one command before the fight would unfold. "Ready to lose the existence of your pack?"