Ravenclaw Blue Novels & Stories

Which he isn't wrong, but still, indeed a car, I just don't want it I need it. "Morning", the deep but shuttle voice like a dark angel came to our mist. I turned around to find a nicely dressed Bryan. He wore an unbuttoned leather jacket that complimented his nice arms, with a grey shirt underneath that had some logo on it. His hair covered a side of his face which I think highlighted his deep blue eyes, due the very dark shade of black of his hair. He had that, 'I'm not trying to be hot but happen to be', kinda look, he could blow the whole cheerleading squad away with this look. You could never imagine him cutting g the way he looked.

I quickly opened my eyes and turned back only to witness a DRAGON… A dragon with dark blue colored scaled all over body and wide spread wings standing in between me, Draco and sorcerers Ken flying head…. This blue Dragon tall not as tall as Draco Dragon, yet he looked very strong and powerful…. I tentatively watched that his wings and long tail were delicately covered in some green colored runes, they looked familiar yet different…. under dark night sky with shallow light from stars above us his bright dark blue sparkling scales were making him look like a rare Sapphire Gemstone… I was dumb folded… and only watched as this blue Dragon again let out a monstrous growl and opened his mouth and

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”

The force of the blow threw his unhealed frame across the room, his back smashing into the wooden wardrobe with a sickening crack before he collapsed into the corner, groaning in agony as his shoulder wounds instantly tore open, soaking his white shirt in dark red blood. "Rohan..." I tried to scream, but the purple grip around my throat tightened, cutting off my voice entirely. Ravena stepped further into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her eyes weren't the standard brown of a pack rogue anymore. They were burning with a brilliant, permanent purple fire that lit up the dark room, the raw, ancient power of the Rogue King rolling off her skin in thick, visible waves of

Rowan said quietly. “Yeah,” I agreed. “But the painters never got it right. They always mixed it up with emerald. Aunt Tara used to complain about it.. said no one ever knew the exact shade. After every painting session she’d look so disappointed.” Rowan’s gaze sharpened, almost slicing through me. “Well,” he said slowly, “your darling ‘not ordinary’ baby girl described them perfectly. Blue… blue.” I froze, the words sinking like stones. “Plenty of people have blue eyes,” I managed.

Aurora pov How could I have been so careless? In all the things he has been saying, red rank is not the ultimate. During one of our classes, Lord Fletcher, my teacher, had told us that there was a rank after red. The legendary rank that only comes out once in a thousand talented werewolves. The blue color. According to him, it is only seen as a myth and fairy tales, with no official record of a blue rank. but surely the rankings didn't just end in red.

They wouldn't be able to hide for so long without making a mistake on their part. “Yeah…their eye color would change back to normal, which is always black, whenever they are triggered or angry”. Raven's eye color had always been gray, and when she was angered it turned more grayish. “You don’t think they have been the one attacking us all this while”. Gale said, his brows furrowed in thought. “No thier method of killing is quite crafty, they can kind of suck out the life of the person with their dark spells, without hurting them physically”.

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.

that's Morgana’s teaching. I touched the cracked pendant hanging loosely against my chest. It pulsed faintly, still humming with fragments of Riven’s magic. “You’re holding on better than me,” I muttered with a dry laugh. Blue trotted beside me, tail swishing like she owned the damn woods. She’d grown too big for the satchel now, her scales shimmered molten silver, her wings folded neatly against her back. Waist-high and glowing faintly, she looked like something out of a myth.