Ravenclaw Blue Novels & Stories

Physical appearances always comes from genes. It is no wonder why Celia is so pretty born with blond hair and baby blue eyes. She looks exactly like an angel which matches her kind personality so well. Imagine if a person from the beta bloodline can be as beautiful as her, how much more if you are born an Alpha. While all the girls in the campus are in love with Lorcan, Raven doesn’t feel the same way to him. Lorcan is her best friend’s boyfriend. How could she have a crush on him?

“Her type of blood holds a lot of power, and sometimes it’s too strong for the host to hold. The elements combined and overthrow the host, creating this luminescent blue around the eye, and if not stopped soon, the elements can completely consume her." I stilled at her words and recalled some of my father's favorite stories to tell when I was a child. He would speak about the demonic bloodline of bluebloods that had a blue ring rimming their eyes. He said their violence was unmatched.. He was speaking about a person that was lost within themselves, not a Blueblood in control. Raven isnt and never will be one of them. I looked back towards Raven and found her with eyes locked on Jasmine down

7:00 pm, I stared at my phone once again to see if I had any missed calls or messages, but there were none. I had gotten him some cufflinks made of black diamonds. The cufflinks exuded a noble aura and their black color, excluding an aloof and cold beauty. It was a lucky find, and its color reminded me of Morgan's dark, stormy eyes and his cold nature. I had told them I wanted express delivery, thinking Morgan would receive it as early as possible and decide to call me.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

Merfoy closed the book and remove his glasses. “Tried to analyze the situation, Seres gave him some of his red flames which makes him a sorcerer. Then your grandparents passed some of their green flames to him which helps him resist Seres’ manipulation, but do you know what makes him become a violet sorcerer? It’s because he already had the blue flame in him from the day he was born, and the three flames inside him mixed up causing a violet flame. We have two options here, first is to make those who gave him the green flame take it back, in that case, the red flame and blue flame only exist in him,” Merfoy said explaining it with his hand gestures.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

The previous chattering began, and Aaron narrowed his eyes. “Silence!” Once again, everyone went silent. Two uniformed men walked in and began to select from the ladies, the first ten candidates to be brought before the crown prince. Hazel held her breath and didn’t release it until the uniformed men had moved past her. She noticed the indigo eyed lady standing just behind her and Charlotte. The lady looked like she was on the verge of having a panic attack. From the looks of her aqua blue colored hair and eyes, as well as her numerous ear piercings, Hazel gathered that she was neither a Rubian nor a Silveran. Only blue bloods possessed hair and eyes of any shades of blue or green. They were

Why think of another king when I have my own to think about? Lost in my thoughts, I see the colors of the Fenrisúlfr Clan, the silver reds with black tones passing to land on my solid body, the colors changing into a bright pink shade as it shifts into those of my clan gray, white with gold, as the sun passes so does the colors into a green with purples from the Itah clan, green, oranges and blue, those of the Skoll clan that mixed again. Chandeliers of crystals hung from the delicate chapel.

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.