Ravenclaw Blue Novels & Stories

“I wanna see Luna … Robert … and Chief Gregor … but they’re all one world away …” A sparkle of light caught the corner of his vision. Arth turned and he spotted a glowing sphere from the dragon’s mouth. He smiled sadly when he realized it was the core of Draphiron. It had the same size of an eyeball, glowing in blue as the color of S-class beasts. Arth wiped his tears and reached for the dragon’s mouth to get the core. But then, as he touched the blue orb, it suddenly flashed, blinding Arth’s eyes.

It was quickly becoming my absolute favorite color. Cleo ended up choosing a dark midnight blue. “It’s Jasper’s favorite color,” she explained. “You would not believe how many things I have in this freaking color. Good thing I happen to SLAY in it!” She said, snapping her fingers in a way that was clearly a mocking of all the high maintenance ranked she wolves she’d probably met. Given my own personal experience, I had to say she was pretty spot on.

Clara I stared wild-eyed into the calm, pretty face of Hazel. She wore a crimson silk gown that accentuated her shining black hair. Red was after all the color of luck for us werewolves; it is the color of blood after a fresh, clean kill. The other color of luck was the deep dark blue hue that I clothed myself in. It was the inky indigo sky that the moon swims through. “Hazel, goddess above, I’m so sorry,” I said in embarrassment.

a chunk just like the time as soon as she confessed her reminiscence loss, Isabella's voice become helpless and dream-like. much like the shade of her skin, her life becomes as a consequence fragile that it is regarded just like the encircling surroundings might be coloured white. Raven scratched his head and took one gold coin from Isabella's hands. "I'll use it as a fortunate charm." A language that, Raven stood up, cleared the desk and took the utensils lower back to the kitchen. "Wait, you......" "After all, this is not my domestic originally. It's the residence of your kin."

figures as much the one pack I wanted to forget about at the moment is the first one I have to read about. The Blue Moon Pack Not much in known about the blue moon pack. It's history is mostly kept within their own records but what is known is most from the blue moon pack have amazing fighting abilities, it is unknown if it's due to majic or training but all the warriors who have been recoreded have been of great gifts. They do have a history of having element based majic running in the blood of the old alphas. They used to follow many of the old ways and rumors say they still follow some of them. Tattoos are often decortating the skin of higher level members of the pack, though even their s

Panic laced her words. "Yes, the wolf surrounded by the Nightengale Warriors with silver paws." Clove slowly brushed a hand over her eyes and she gasped, "She has witch blood in her?" "Maves' a witch so, yes." Clove slowly brushed her hand over Miras' eyes, "Now look at her and tell me what you see?" Mira snorted, "Blue and purple hues orbit around her," She whispered, mesmerised by the magnificence of the colours that resembled the horizon at twilight.

Diana did not resist and did not move. Rena gripped Diana's red hair tightly. "I hate these eyes! The blue, and the red hair! I hate them all!" Rena then threw Diana, until this human hit the table, and sat down under the window. She then took the glass filled with water and then poured its contents at Diana. Then with a very deep breath, Rena regained control of her emotions. Honestly, she hated someone who had red hair and blue eyes like Diana's. Rena also has red hair, but she has dark brown irises. But she hated the mixture of the two colors, red and blue. Rena would lose control if she saw someone of that color. If she saw it, she wanted to kill that person right now.

I transferred myself into a top of the tree and held out my hand to generate a black miasma, copying the raven that my eyes us laid upon. When the mimic spell has been completed, my raven placed its feet on my arm—unlike the other ravens’ its supposedly black eyes were dark blue, easier to distinguish that it is mine. “Find her for me.” I whispered and it flew away. What is this kind of urge? I placed my hand on my chest, feeling loud thumps banging on it as I thought about her.

Bodies burnt. Rivyn replied, shrugging, and his arm tightened around me as his tone hardened. I made out one word clearly. Clareath. Akyran stepped closer to us as a result, and his eyes examined me, lingering at my mouth. His eyes were the same blue as Rivyn’s but held a ring of gold around the pupil. He snarled something, and Rivyn replied, grimly. They were discussing the bridle, I decided.

The Headmaster’s voice rose once more: “Three trials shall test your strength, unity, and wisdom. Only one Castle will claim the Crest of Dominion before the day’s end!” Four beams of light erupted, red for Noctis, silver for Lupaxis, gold for Wyverndale, violet for Tenebrae, rising into the sky and intertwining like serpents of flame. Students cheered, stomping their feet as banners rippled in response. The scent of ozone and magic filled the air. Seraphine stood at Wyverndale’s section, her blue robes fluttering in the wind. Even though she wasn’t chosen as an official champion, she felt her pulse racing as if her fate were tied to this.