Ravenclaw Blanket Novels & Stories

Her voice came in a whisper. “You are back.” The seamstress nodded, her expression grave. “Yes. Bring me Shadow. Now!” The woman didn’t hesitate. She set the basket of thread on the nearby table and hurried out through the side door. The seamstress began preparing, hands moving fast. She took out a small piece of gray-lilac fabric, the same color Lyra had used to hide the parchment and laid it flat on the table. Her heart pounded as she waited. Minutes later, the woman returned, the faint sound of wings brushing her cloak. Perched on her shoulder was a raven, its feathers glossy black. Its intelligent eyes gleamed with faint purple-blue reflections under the lantern’s glow.

I thought about the key piece, and the Academy, and all the answers I might find there about what really happened to my parents. I thought about Prince Riven, and the way he'd looked at me like he knew I was stronger than I showed. Maybe it was time to prove him right. I stood up slowly, my legs shaking as I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'll be right back. I just want to... pick some herbs for the tea," I said to them with a smile. "Of course, sweetheart," Mama said. "Take your time." The Oylip and the Wolf's bane was exactly where Lyra said it would be, growing wild at the edge of the garden. I picked a handful of the innocent-looking leaves, my hands trembling so badly I could ba

"The Raven Order is already there." A sudden alarm bell echoed throughout the academy. Once. Twice. Three times. Every teacher looked toward the sky. A flock of black ravens circled above Willowbrook. Hundreds of them. Each bird carried a strip of crimson cloth tied around one leg. Magnus's expression turned grim. "The Ravens have sent a challenge." One bird broke away from the flock and landed on the academy gate. Attached to its leg was a sealed black scroll. Alden carefully removed it. Breaking the seal, he unfolded the parchment.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

I said and he seemed to now remember. “You mean, a fabric from Ravenclaw of a man that was beheaded after insulting an alpha is what you're holding,” he asked and I nodded, living in Ravenclaw from birth, there was something I knew, every high lord and lady got to customize their clothing and looking at the background shiny white wool that was part of this blue fabric that added a shiny flare to the fabric, I knew only Pete or someone from his home had this sort of fabric. “So, this is revenge then?” Caleb announced and it hit me, Ryan was beheaded, just as Pete was.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

Corvu is completely bewildered and rubs his ear. “I thought you couldn’t use the amulet for magic.” He blinks, but I just laugh. “It’s not real magic.” I begin, “It’s just a trick, perfected through the art of diversion and confusion.” He grabs my hand with the pebble in it and turns it over. “How’d you do it?”

“Oh, do I have wild magic?“ Jamie asked. “Yes.“ was the simple reply from Fluff. With that, they ran to the Royal Kennels. ==================== 8 hours later Raoul was sat at his desk in his office. He was supposed to be going through stock orders for the Royal Stables but he could not concentrate today. Blackthorn had come out of hiding and was pacing at the back of his mind. Raoul was staring at the present he had got Kitten. It was a silver bracelet with black opals and a silver wolf charm. He had spelled the black opals with a high-level protection spell. He was taking no chances with her.

Ronan approached slowly, gaze narrowed. Lyra felt the bond tighten with suspicion. Ronan unlatched the window a fraction. The raven hopped forward without hesitation. Something pale was tied to its leg. A strip of parchment, wrapped carefully, secured with black thread. Lyra’s stomach turned cold. Ronan’s fingers closed around the parchment. The raven watched him with stillness that felt wrong, then launched back into the night, disappearing into darkness as if it had never existed. Ronan shut the window and stared down at the strip.

It seemed they didn’t care too much about the gruesome battle raging outside; their eyes were on the invisible barrier surrounding the house. As the witches walked along the edge, creating a semicircle around the barrier, another figure stepped out from the growing fog outside the tree line. The tall Raven had straight black hair that ran almost the entire length of her back. She was thin and had strange black markings all over her pale skin, which seemed to whirl on her skin as she began muttering something. A black film emerged as she chanted, swirling around her body in pulses.