Ravenclaw Aesthetic Novels & Stories

So I took the raven’s claw into my hand and knocked three times. The witch quickly opened the door, her green eyes piercing me and nearly glowing in the dim forest light. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her pale, angular face. She smiled with lips painted a deep shade of red. Despite her otherworldly beauty, there was an air of danger and mystery about her that made said she was not to be trifled with. Not that I was frightened of her. I peered at her and then glanced at the interior of the house, scanning the strange décor. The house didn’t suit her. Or maybe she didn’t suit the house. Either way, the two didn’t seem to go together. But what did I car

said Klein then took Raven's hand and kissed the back of her palm. I saw Zach and Brent emitting a dark aura. Zach's fist was already clenched while brent was giving death glares at Klein as well. It looks like they're going to kick Klein anytime. Why do all the handsome men like Raven? I may not be as beautiful as her but I'm pretty too! What am I talking about? Raven is better than me in any aspect. I don't have a chance with her. She's a genius and has a beauty that is Aphrodite and Helen of troy combined or maybe she's even more beautiful than them. The only problem with Raven is her bad attitude. She's mean, harsh, and blunt. Zyrene shakes her head at her twins' behavior.

The briefest of smiles played on Raven's lips, but she said nothing, her eyes giving away a hint of amusement mixed with surprise. Yet, even as they endeavored to be there for her, Raven's enigmatic aura persisted. Her long, ebony tresses, often catching the sunlight, created a halo around her, making her seem ethereal. Her deep-set, emerald eyes held a world of secrets and experiences that both twins yearned to understand. She exuded both fragility and tenacity, a complex tapestry woven from her past. Every so often, Shade and Silas would catch her observing them—a subtle arch of an eyebrow, the narrowing of her eyes, or a thoughtful tilt of her chin. These small gestures spoke volumes of h

Raphael is more interested in the beauty in his arms. He turned her in his arms so that now she is looking at him. He locked his gaze with hers. Slowly the fog around him began to disappear, showing the form of the real Raphael. The handsome Raven Prince. But his eyes are still pitch black and he still looks scary to everyone. There is still no recognition in him about who he is. But the darkness and the urge to kill and immense hatred are not so intense.

I don't know how often I told off some guy who saw me walking home from the bus stop and made some creepy comment. I wonder if dad ever realized making me go to these schools with uniforms just play into the average boy's fantasy of Asian girls in a school uniform. They need to learn the difference between reality and delusions. I sighed, looking at my reflection. This school's uniform was red, black, and white color palette. My red plaid skirt touched my knees, a matching plaid tie popped against the crisp white dress shirt under the black jacket with white edging and a shield with the letters RW stitched into the lapel.