Ravenclaw Blanket Novels & Stories

What kind of person was I to elicit such a reaction from her? “Arya, I fell some minutes ago and in the process had a slight concussion. I can't seem to remember any other thing apart from my name. Can you tell me where I am?” I asked. Her gaze immediately moved to my head before she met my eyes. “Sure thing my lady. You are in Ravenclaw Pack, the largest and strongest pack in all three regions under the leadership of Alpha Stephan.” I swallowed, my face turning pale at her words. Ravenclaw pack was the most elusive and dangerous pack in the kingdom.

The yelling of the enraged public is growing gradually. 'I cannot ignore this. My brother dedicated his life to this clan. The reputation of this clan is built carefully by our forefathers. I simply cannot let a selfish woman like Irina ruin their hard work. She doesn't know what this clan meant to them, meant to my brother or me, or now to Raphael. I know only Raphael can solve this problem. He hates me, but still, he loves this clan. I know he would know what to do ' he decided to call Raphael. In another part of Windsor, far away from anyone's eyes, the scientists are preparing to inject their so-called magic potion into the kids and the older people. What they don't know is that the prin

Aria's POV The raven came just after sunset. No sound. No flapping wings. Just a shadow slipping through the canvas of the war tent and landing softly beside Kael’s cot. Its eyes glowed faint blue. Not natural. Its feathers shimmered silver in the firelight. It didn’t caw, didn’t move. Just held something in its beak. A scrap of cloth. Old. Torn. Marked with blood and ink. I took it with steady hands. The second I touched it, heat pulsed into my palm, like the parchment had been sleeping—and my touch woke it.

The effect was priceless. "That reminds me,"Dr. Packard continued, moving around the bed, checking the machines and shining a torch into Maeve's eyes, "When the two of you are a little more settled, I think you might like to visit Ravenclaw Academy. It's on the outskirts of pack lands at the foot of the mountains, the student's there are quite interesting."

Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm. Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy.

Shadow creatures poured through the breach, followed by something that made my soul recoil in terror. A Shadow Lord strode into the chamber, its form shifting between dimensions. Behind it walked a familiar figure that made my heart sink. Lord Ravenclaw, but not as we had last seen him. His body was wreathed in shadow magic, his eyes glowing with borrowed power. "Did you really think it would be that simple?" he asked, his voice layered with unnatural harmonics. "That you could perform your little ritual without interference?" "Ravenclaw," Prince Kael snarled. "You should be dead."

Let me see your finger," Raven said. I showed Raven my finger, and she quickly pricked my finger with a needle. "What are you doing?" My mom asked "I am casting a spell to find Claire's location. Since Gwen is Claire's Mate and they have finished the Mating Process, I should be able to track her with Gwen's blood," Raven said Raven took a bowl from her bag and put the same green liquid inside. Then, she put the needle she pricked my finger with into the bowl. It started to boil and turn a bright yellow. Then, she took something that looked like a compass and put it in the liquid. After a few minutes, she took the compass out.

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.

I opened it expecting Thor, or Gordon with some question about tomorrow's session, and found Clara instead, a folded blanket in her arms and an expression I couldn't immediately place. "Draven asked me to bring this," she said. "Said the nights have been cold and you probably haven't noticed because you've been too busy." I looked at the blanket. It was a strange enough gesture that I didn't know what to do with it. If Draven wanted me to have a blanket, he could have brought it himself. Sending Clara seemed too far fetched, but I couldn't argue with her anyway. "Thank you," I said, taking it. She didn't leave, looking straight at me for a long moment. I cleared my throat.