Ravenclaw Characteristics Novels & Stories

"Elmloch?" "Yes. Students are assigned Houses based on certain characteristics. Elmloch is particularly gifted with runners and volleyball players as they're tall and lithe--I assume you're a gazelle, or some other Bovidae? Anyhow, the students who go to Veloria are mostly aerial shifters, sharp and quick, with the right measure of wit and alacrity that allow them excell in mental aptitudes.

Lilia messed with the wrong Alpha! "I don't know where she lives, how do I find her?" He asked, going straight to the point which is why I liked him. Raven had a quiet, Stern and strict nature. He could wait till you're about to die die before he saves your ass. He's smart and calculative and doesn't rush to do something drastic, hating my brother's gut over and over again. He loosenes up at times to me but I only get to see that on rare occasions. He acts as if his personality hides a dark secret that might hurt others if he tends to loosen his true self.

Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm. Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy.

Raven squeezed her hand. "You'll love one soon. Wolves have admirable traits that you might appreciate," Raven said as he gently stroked Brienne's hair. "Like?" Brienne asked. "They're loyal, and they had a strong family bond. They are intelligent and strong. Above all, they are resilient," Raven said. "Hmmm," Brienne said. "Darling...what if I told you I'm different?" Raven said. "What different are we talking about?" Brienne asked and looked at him. Rave saw the innocence in her eyes, and it felt like someone was squeezing his heart.

Alexandre put the vials away in the cupboard and turned to walk out, “Raven, it would be best if you came to this destination with us. You may end up needing it.” Raven followed behind draping her cape over her shoulders and lifting the hood over her head. Everything she ever heard about the Bitten was dark and dangerous. The hard reality was her mama hid half of who she was from her. And now she had fears of herself becoming something that would have to be put down like a lame donkey. “Raven, you can choose to be better. I have given you all the knowledge I could gather for our library to help you know yourself as a caster and a right powerful one at that. I’ve seen how you’ve kept the char

"The house of fire values strength and courage; the students in this house are powerful and daring. Most of them are great at following orders, while some are great at giving them." I glance to my left, my heart thumping when I catch Blake fist-bumping some guy. They are both wearing brown and red clothes—it seems the house of fire is where the alpha and his werewolf friends are. I wouldn't mind being sorted into the house of fire. Blake is an asshole, but he is eye-candy. "The house of earth values dedication and growth; the students in this house are hard-working and proud." My grandmother winks at the green-clad students. "It's also your principal's house."

Meeting: Rowling stood at the bow of the ship watching the cliff as the pulled into Raven’s Peak two other ships trailed behind him. Rowling's ship was a deep dark cherrywood, he had liked the cherry color of it because it reminded him of blood stained wood. He wanted the fear aspect to be in everything he did. His sails were a deep dark blood red and his personal flag was white with a sword hanging above a headless man’s body. He even named the ship Trepidation. It was written on the side of the ship in deep dark bold letters.

Raven Knight is, newly certified doctor under the Ministry of Medicine. One of the youngest to pass the damn licensing exams, and not just pass, dominate them. Scored top three in her cohort. Chosen for the ministry’s full scholarship. That program was so competitive that only a handful of werewolves ever made it through, and even fewer from mid-tier packs. Raven was the only one from her. No family pull. No political ties. Just raw skill and brain. I let out a quiet laugh under my breath. Of course. Of course ,she’d be the one person under my roof with a brain sharper than half my advisors. And she chose healing.

The briefest of smiles played on Raven's lips, but she said nothing, her eyes giving away a hint of amusement mixed with surprise. Yet, even as they endeavored to be there for her, Raven's enigmatic aura persisted. Her long, ebony tresses, often catching the sunlight, created a halo around her, making her seem ethereal. Her deep-set, emerald eyes held a world of secrets and experiences that both twins yearned to understand. She exuded both fragility and tenacity, a complex tapestry woven from her past. Every so often, Shade and Silas would catch her observing them—a subtle arch of an eyebrow, the narrowing of her eyes, or a thoughtful tilt of her chin. These small gestures spoke volumes of h