Ravenclaw Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I’d like to make closer friends here. Meanwhile, Raven showed me his attic studio and made me promise to sit for him on the first day of classes. He says I won't need to more than once, as his photographic visual memory is heightened by the Wolf inside him and he's able to do the rest by memory. As he showed me his beautiful pre-Raphaelite style paintings—mostly young women of all sizes and colors, but with a recurring them of redheads—he flirted with me again and made me feel pretty. “Do you have a boyfriend who might get jealous when I paint your lovely face?” he teased.

"Don't fight it, Em. Just let the magic happen." Raven tilts my chin up with a manicured finger. "Tim Burton, yes? Pale but not corpse-like. Ethereal. Haunted." They dust cool powder over my skin, then sweep on a deep plum blush. "Drama. You have fantastic bone structure." I snort. "I don't know if I trust you." "You shouldn't," Raven says cheerfully. Liam leans in. "I'd be worried if they start gluing rhinestones to your forehead."

From afar, a wolf’s howl pierced the silence, as if declaring to the heavens that the sacred moment had arrived. All eyes turned toward the altar, unaware that elsewhere, a lone figure was quietly slipping into the darkness, step by step leaving behind the world of light. Raven stood at the altar, draped in a black cloak embroidered with golden thread, a symbol of his supreme authority as Alpha. His face was unreadable, his amber eyes cold and still as a frozen lake. Under the moonlight, his silver-gray hair shimmered faintly, adding an air of ethereal nobility and distance to his presence.

My hair fell in waves over my shoulders, and I pinned part of it back with a jeweled clip shaped like a crescent moon. When I turned back, they were all staring. Drooling, actually. “Fuck me,” Riven said, not even bothering to hide it. “Name the time and place,” Auren added, his eyes bright with mischief. Kael tilted his head, his voice low and dangerous. “You walk out there looking like that, little wolf, and half the keep will be ready to die for you on sight.” Draken’s smirk was pure sin. “And the other half will be begging to worship you. I might kill them for it.”

“I love the colours, very vibrant Raven. I’m looking forward to seeing it when it’s finished”. Professor Colin commented as he stopped at my easel. “Thank you, professor”. I replied as I tried to concentrate on the little flower petals I was painting. I was a little perfectionist when it came to my art. Although I wasn’t ‘out there’ and overly imaginative like the other students, creating weird and different images all mixed together. I was always more of a nature girl, anything scenic like a meadow, or a deer standing under the trees in the rain with its fawn. Or fresh raindrops glistening off of a giant spider’s web. Some of the students here and even when I was at high school would call i

They wouldn't be able to hide for so long without making a mistake on their part. “Yeah…their eye color would change back to normal, which is always black, whenever they are triggered or angry”. Raven's eye color had always been gray, and when she was angered it turned more grayish. “You don’t think they have been the one attacking us all this while”. Gale said, his brows furrowed in thought. “No thier method of killing is quite crafty, they can kind of suck out the life of the person with their dark spells, without hurting them physically”.

Moments ago, [Riven P.O.V] The velvet curtains in my chamber were drawn against the dawn, as they had been for two centuries. I rose from rest without need of sun, without want of light. The gilded mirror showed me what it always showed - raven hair, eyes the color of old blood, the face of a predator who had forgotten what prey felt like. "Another obligation," I said to my reflection. "Another theater of sycophants." The cufflinks at my wrists were shaped like stylized ravens, custom-made in an age when craftsmen still feared their patrons. I fastened them without looking, the motion automatic, meaningless.

He sounded worried and left. I looked around and saw that I was alone in the corridor. Only for the guards at the entrance which was a distance from where I was. It could be possible that these people might have already made it into Ravensclaw pack. I stared at the large crest, the one bearing the insignia of the back and stared. A raven and a wolf, at either side of the crest, displaying strength and intelligence. I feared this little time of peace we had would only last for that long.

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

, Dylan offered. It was a cave of some sort, there were green crystals of varying shapes protruding from different parts in the cave. They served decorative purposes and for other vital use. They was the sound of water touching the ground with full force indicating there was a wave nearby. Cleopatra was clad in a silk, transparent green dress with high neckline, long sleeves and a high slit. Her bare feet gingerly glided over the cold floor. There was a large crystal ball in the middle. Her hands hovered over it, causing it to shine bright. A lone raven flew in that moment and perched on her shoulder. All of a sudden a host of other ravens flew inside the cave…