Ravenclaw Blanket Novels & Stories

They didn't come in with maps or daggers this time; they came in with gifts. Damon handed me a small, hand-carved rattle made of iron-oak. "For the little Alpha," he said, nodding toward Caelum. "It’s unbreakable. Trust me, I tried." Nathaniel placed a set of silver-woven blankets on the table. "They are enchanted to dampen kinetic bursts. It might help Lyra stay in her crib for more than five minutes." Vincent stayed in the shadows, but I saw a small, obsidian pendant on a leather cord in his hand. "A protection charm," he whispered. "To keep the shadows friendly."

'The blanket,' Ruby snarls, my eyes snap to the folded blanket that is resting on the lounge at the foot of our bed. "Ruby, you need to help Raven settle down, Osric and Jonathan are on their way home." Embry grabs my arms when I lunge for the blanket. Struggling in his arms, I whimper and fight to get to the blanket Jonathan scented before leaving. "Give me the blanket," Ruby's voice bleeds into mine as we whine and fight Embry's arms around us.

“Yes, of course. If not tonight, then tomorrow. We have much to discuss.” “Yes, we do.” I nodded. “But could I take a quick peek behind the curtain? I’m curious.” Raven chuckled. “It’s an invisibility spell, so no one gets curious, and we don’t attract attention.” She motioned with her head toward the empty field. “Come on.” She pulled back an invisible curtain, and tall, beautiful elves with blonde hair stood guard in front of a castle. Students and members of the coven walked around the grounds, talking of hurrying to a class.

May the Goddesses by with you through your life Blessed Be My blessed children Blessed Be. Ravenclaw Coven 0001 A.D.

*** I placed the box in my bed, when I got back to my room Mira wasn’t with me yet so I took it as an opportunity to open the box. I sat on my bed and placed the box in front of me, my fingers trembling as I lifted the lid. The scent hit me first—lavender and something faintly floral, old but comforting. Inside lay carefully folded pieces of cloth. The first was a small blanket, pale blue, embroidered by hand. My name was stitched into the corner in delicate thread. Raven. There was only one blanket, and I wondered why Renna’s own wasn’t here. My chest tightened. Beneath it were two tiny bracelets made of silver thread and moonstone beads—twin pieces, identical.

‘Rodolf looked at him incredulously. ‘Just read it,’ said Raven, ‘the solutions are there!’ ‘Yes, but gray magic? Why didn't you ever say anything about that?‘ ‘It's not black Rodolph, it's all going to be fine,’ Raven promised. He said that if Rodolf no longer needed the booklet, he should give it back to him right away. 'Raven?' 'Yes?' ‘And that ring? The weapon on that ring, with that full moon with wings in front of it? ‘

She smiled to her friend before stepping back so she could open it. I had no idea what my little light had put inside the basket, so I was just as curious as Genevieve and Rayan to see what it held. As the two of them began pulling items from the basket, I noticed there were the usual baby care items such as different types of bath wash, sleepers, onezies and sock, but there at the bottom there was a special gift for the two of them, which was a magenta blanket made of fae silk that had the pup's name embroidered on it in silver and royal blue, along with two wolves in their respective white and black, the colors of Genevieve and Rayan's wolves. Genevieve pulled the blanket into her face and

To Selene, Leah was a stain on her perfect son. "What did you bring us?" Silver Luna Selene curtly changed the topic, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold back her rage if she kept looking at the girl. "Auntie, actually I got something very special to my heart for you." Clara goofily stuck out her tongue, smiling. "Please take a look." Silver Luna did not hesitate and unboxed the carefully wrapped package before she saw a stunning Traditional Russian Gzhel ceramic serving set etched with frost motifs and ancient Eastern pack insignia.

The grand council chamber felt colder than the snow falling outside. Heavy velvet banners of the silver Draven wolf hung motionless in the still air, yet the atmosphere crackled with barely contained hostility. Nobles from every major house filled the crescent table, their fine robes and jeweled cloaks unable to hide the tension etched on their faces. Whispers of the raven’s warning had already spread through the palace like poison in wine.

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.