Ravenclaw Blanket Novels & Stories

The third has straight blond hair to her shoulders and light blue eyes that gleam in the dim glow. “It is said that the Raven Wolf King was mothered by a witch, a hag,” the blond one says. She holds a small, colorful snake wrapped around her hand. The bald one carries a snake, larger than the other, thick, like a boa, draped across her shoulders as if it were part of her. “Only females carry magic in their blood,” the redhead speaks. This one has something else moving on her dress. I almost scream like a little girl when I notice that it’s spiders crawling across her gown as if they were ornaments. Real spiders, alive and moving.

My brow furrowed as I squinted to make sure of what I was seeing, yet the thing remained there. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing, Colt?” I asked, my eyes locked on the shining silver object as I stepped forward. I didn’t wait for his response before I grabbed it. From afar, I thought it was a tiny gleaming snake until my hand caught it, only for me to realize it was a single strand of hair. Silver hair? A shining strand of… hair? Who on earth had silver hair? “What is that?” Colt asked as he snatched the hair from my hand, his eyes fixed on it as if he were trying to unravel its mystery.

If anyone could keep my mate alive, it was her. As I pushed open the heavy wooden door, the scent of burning sage and crushed herbs washed over me. Candles flickered faintly on shelves lined with jars of dried plants and strange powders. The air was warm, humming softly with magic. Raven was already there, standing near the low wooden bed in the center of the room. Her silver hair was braided down her back, her dark robes brushing the floor. She had always been like this quiet but always ready, as though she knew things before they happened.

The parchment arrived before dawn, carried on the back of a black-feathered raven. It landed on the stone balcony outside Kade’s chambers, talons scraping the railing as it tilted its head in a way that felt too deliberate to be natural. Its eyes glimmered with a strange, intelligent sheen, and its beak clutched a roll of blood-red vellum bound in silver thread. The pack had seen ravens before. But this—this was no ordinary bird.

As my mate begins to glow in a white light, I only have a moment to watch in awe before the battle is upon us. Maeve begins throwing magic everywhere, protection for our pack members, and attacks to the witches that are attacking our pack members. I turn and see Meadow chanting as a film of magic falls over the packhouse. I can see wolves pouring into our pack lands and by the smell of them, they are rogues. The difference between them and normal rogues is that these have a purple glow to them. They’ve been given magic, or at least they are protected by magic.

Revna abruptly came to a stop in the middle of the hall and her cold eyes met the concerned ones of Rune, a glowing shade of violet. She gulped. “I'm fine,” she uttered then walked past him but he grabbed her wrist, it was like a wave of electricity crashed through her veins at his touch and just as quickly, she whipped her hand from his grip and bared her teeth at him, eyes flaring a brighter color of anger. Rune regained from his shock and stepped back, lifting his hands in surrender. “Hey, you don't have to bare your teeth at me, I was only trying to help,”

KALEB “How many times do I need to tell you that these things are not magic-related?” Raven huffed, and she rolled her eyes in annoyance. She tucked a strand of her wavy black hair behind her ear and shook her head slowly. I frowned at her as irritation bloomed within me. “Are you sure about this?” “One hundred percent,” she replied without missing a beat, and then she grumbled. “Where did you find all of these things? All of these women’s clothes and makeup… are you some kind of a pervert? Why would you think any of this is related to magic?”

The Ravens were treated to yet another security station close to the end of the walkway, perhaps 20 meters away from the entrance to the building. And the Royal Guards stationed here were a little bit different from the regular ones. Their uniforms were a deep, dark burgundy. It was so dark that it was almost purplish-black. And there were no other highlights on their uniforms, silver or not. At the station, the Ravens went through yet another round of careful vetting, And they also witnessed another changing of their guard. The Matriarch’s Royal Guard handed over the Ravens to these shadowy Royal Guards, then went back the way they came.

I suggested putting the basket down and spreading the blanket. We’d picked the blanket because one side is waterproof, and the other is a warm fleece. “We’re having a picnic?” Riko exclaimed as she finally noticed the basket I was carrying. “You bet. Elijah made a picnic dinner for the four of us to enjoy before we walk around the trellis as it gets darker and the lights really stand out.” I explained. “Awe, this is such a sweet date.” she smiled as Elijah helped her settle down on the blanket.

why would anyone decide to eat onion rings and spaghetti? "Bryan!", the familiar voice called out to me from somewhere, I searched the hall and spotted Carmiella waving in all enthusiasm. I walked over to her table where she sat with what I assumed was her click. "Hey, Carmill", I greeted unaware of the nickname that just slipped out of my mouth. It suites her though. I took an a seat next to her. "Guy's this is Bryan my new flatmate, he's staying with us for the rest of senior year", she said referring to everybody while opening her paper lunch bag. "Hey I'm Tessy", a pale dyed purple hair girl said reaching out her hand for a hand shake. I nodded my head in courtesy, she took back her hand