Ravenclaw Animals Novels & Stories

Raven’s POV “How long are we going to stay at Silver Moon?” I ask, looking over to Osric who is riding a gorgeous black Clydesdale on our way to Benjamin’s pack. I look down at my pups, who curl tighter against my body as I hold them, while sitting on a giant chestnut colored Clydesdale, with Jonathan behind me.

His bright eyes twinkled as his hands began to move. "Aurelia of Shadowfen, you have proven your worth as a princess and as a warrior. I will speak of your deeds in the halls of my palace. Your name will carry the respect it deserves. In the past, I encountered a creature called the Anzu, winged lions, and guardians to the people they served."

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

Raven thought his death was near when he saw dozens of red eyes behind the trees in the Forbidden Forest. Raven had just learned that one of the Shadow Wolves fighting him was a scout. Raven was completely underestimated as an Omega; even the scout Shadow Wolves thought he was weak and could be easily killed.

Yosef, who was mentioned, raised his chin and gestured with his fingers, claiming confidently, "There ain't no departed spirits or evil spirits here, Ms. Cromwell. Be careful what you say." "But what about Raven, right?" Amelia chuckled, "I may not know much about Environmental Energy, but I'm somewhat familiar with animal behavior. Ravens like to eat carrion. It's been calling persistently for quite some time now, and there's nothing down there. That doesn't seem logical, does it? Yosef opened his mouth. Amelia didn't let him speak, she cut him off with one sentence: "Dragon Lake Mountain should have taught Raven how to mourn. The master wouldn't have missed that, right?"

The senses heightened dramatically; smells became richer, sounds more distinct, and the sight more acute in the dark. Vladimir's transformation was particularly striking. His wolf form was massive, with a deep black coat that shimmered under the moonlight. His eyes, a piercing dark red, retained their intense focus, reflecting his role as the leader. Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him.

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.

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”.

I keep staring upwards in fright and awe, and I can't even describe what I'm seeing. The glass-like protective ward around the academy visibly breaks and shatters to the ground. There's no sky, just void and darkness above the academy. Ravens start hurtling in through the huge opening above the pavilion where the clouds and roof once were. Piles of rusted metal and stones litter the floor. Ravens of different colors and different sizes fly in. Some as large as giants, carrying warriors on their backs with quivers hooked on warrior's shoulders. They shoot arrows at students.

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.