Ravenclaw Blue Novels & Stories

she said with a grin, amused by his ever plucky attitude. There was a sudden change in the atmosphere of the room as the shrill pitch of a raven's caw pierced the ears of its hearers. The call was followed by the unsettling sound of pecking at the window and another screech. All attention turned to the window, and Dorcus felt her blood turn cold. There sat a raven, its ruffled feathers tinted a deep and ominous blue, dark as midnight. Its eyes were filled with blackness, and the air around it shimmered with the particles of residual magic. 'Another bird, or... perhaps, the same.'

He smirked before removing a ring from his pocket. "Do you recognise this ring, Princess?" he asked. Valerie gasped with shock. She remembered the ring. It's the black opal ring which is similar to the pendant she is wearing. Raphael wears it. She never saw him removing that ring. It is the symbol of a Raven clan royal. Irina and Cadmus also has similar kind of rings. Each ring has the name of the person engraved on the underside of the ring. She snatched the ring and looked at the underside of the ring for the name.

NARRATOR The great hall of Ravencrest was alive with anticipation, and the air seemed thick with energy, like the very stones of the building were holding their breath. The banners, draped in silver and blue, hung like silent sentinels, the colors a testament to the old bond between Rolan and Mara. Rolan, gone now, but not forgotten. Silver—the shade of his strength, and blue—Mara’s scars, which had come to define her as much as her resilience. Together, they wove a tapestry that was neither entirely victory nor defeat, but a complex, ever-shifting middle ground.

I end up crossing my arms. Lennox tilts his head, eyeing me up and down. "Blanca wanted me to. She didn't think I belonged in Gryffindor." Apparently, this time he got Ravenclaw. My mom freaked out, and now she's ordering him some Ravenclaw scarves to complement the Gryffindor paraphernalia she bought him years ago. I nod. "Cool." I unbutton one of the buttons on my collar, my bowtie already undone.

Brice was standing next to my table, wearing a lavender shirt with a purple tie. I had noticed earlier that Starla’s dress was purple. I had absently wondered if that was the color I’d see if she was part of my pack. Raven’s eyes are violet, so I have a shade of purple already in the river, but the color Starla was wearing was different. It was the sort of purple one associates with royalty. And Brice, standing there looking at me expectantly, wearing a similar shade, looked more like a prince than I had ever seen him look like one before.

The Ravens were treated to yet another security station close to the end of the walkway, perhaps 20 meters away from the entrance to the building. And the Royal Guards stationed here were a little bit different from the regular ones. Their uniforms were a deep, dark burgundy. It was so dark that it was almost purplish-black. And there were no other highlights on their uniforms, silver or not. At the station, the Ravens went through yet another round of careful vetting, And they also witnessed another changing of their guard. The Matriarch’s Royal Guard handed over the Ravens to these shadowy Royal Guards, then went back the way they came.

“It was filled with Wolfsbane.” Avery shook her head as if she couldn’t process what I was saying. “But that doesn’t make any sense. We wouldn’t have that here in the infirmary. Hell, we wouldn’t have it in Moonstone at all! Besides, Wolfsbane should be colorless, but what you got was blue.” “Unless someone was framing me,” I said in a voice that was too low for the other two patients to hear.

Being that I am the oldest child of the current feline Alpha, and the first to change, there will be a clan ceremony tonight after I shift. There will be 174 others ascending to shifted across the world with me today, including my best friend and Clan dorm mate Raven. No one would confuse us. I have dark crimson red hair and she has light blond, almost white hair. Her eyes are a robin’s egg blue, while mine are a stormy-dark violet. We are only 10 months apart; me being older. She says that she does not care what her animal is as long as she is not a cow or a whale.

Larice Whitewind found it pleasing when the people were the ones staying away from her. “Eyes here, trainees … dragons can only have three shades of eye colors—amber, hazel, and gold. I’m all certain that blue is not one of them,” Arien said when he seemed to notice the students looking at her. “Besides, Ms. Whitewind here came from another country which she has yet to share to the class.” Larice rolled her eyes. Who would care anyway if she did? And her eyes were aurora-blue, not just blue as in the shade of plain blue.

Calming, taking deep breaths, and flickering a glance up at Toya once more. “My eyes… what did you see?” It’s the only thing she said that stuck. “Blue isn’t your color when you engage whatever this was.” Kaelin is the one to answer, and this surprises me. Because I have wolved the last few days and blue is for sure my constant color no matter what form I am in. They never change as they never have. Always blue, eternally glowing since birth. Just brighter as a wolf. “So what were they?” “Purple… well, blue purple sort of.” Toya shrugs, like she isn’t sure she actually saw that color, and Kaelin nods because he saw it too.