Ravenclaw Diadem Novels & Stories

“You’ve changed so much, Revna. You are on longer that innocent little girl that used to follow me around. If had know you would turn out like this, I would have never let you out of my sight,” He didn't understand. No matter where she was, the hatred she had for Blood Moon Pack would always grow till she'd craved to see its downfall. “Roxanne. There's something special about her, right? Alpha Oizys wouldn't let a lowly weak human or werewolf to become his champion unless he's sure she has what it takes to win the crown. He's a greedy bastard after all,” Kaizen said nothing and that was all the answer she needed. “Fine then, you don't have to tell me. I will find out myself and then I will d

She didn't quite understand why he would choose her. She looked at her ring on her finger,it was indeed very beautiful. The large diamond at the centre glimmered underneath the white light of her lounge. Around the band were tiny blue gems which matched her deep blue eyes. There was atleast twenty gems on the ring. It looked expensive and custome made. "Although it was stunning,it was a curse on her finger. It was the root of her problem,if that ring was not on her finger ,she wouldn't have run off!" Willow thought.

“You need to be locked up for all I care.” “Thief?!” I was stunned. “I haven't stolen anything. Let me go.” “I found it in her room.” Camilla turned to Zevran instead. Something glistened underneath the chandelier, and I realized it was a diamond pendant, or necklace “Hermoine has been searching for it for a while now, and we just happened to find it in her room.”. “You're lying! I've never seen that thing in my life. ” I spat out loud. “you're fucking lying. Is this what you're being taught at those sloppy and fancy schools you attend?! If that's the case, I thibj you should go get your money back.”

“The necklace? Why would he have it?” “Because,” Elijah sighs as we start walking, keeping a small distance between the two of us and Emery and Maddox. “When Maddox and I first learned about what is happening here, before Antony left, he mentioned the wizard had asked for an heirloom belonging to the Kingdom of Maatua. Something that had been passed down in Antony’s line. He called it the Diadem of… Promise.” “The Diadem of Promise? But the Goddess showed me a necklace–”

I can’t help but try to smooth out her hair with my hands. “The first item we’re looking for belonged to High Priestess Ygritte,” Ivy begins. “Can you find the right item? Take your time. We’re not in a rush.” Bryony immediately heads to a sidetable, opens a cabinet, and reaches into it to pull out the gold diadem. She brings it over to Ivy and hands it to her. “That’s correct, sweet girl,” Ivy tells her with a smile. “Good job.” Bryony doesn’t really react and just asks sleepily, “Next one?”

"Any reason for it, Lord Ravenclaw? I know that it has something to do with your Lady's state." Erik just replied to the cloaked Unspeakable. "Are any of you from Ravenclaw House while studying here?" Two of the three Unspeakables together with Auror Shacklebolt nodded at question. "Then you will understand this better. The diadem on the bust, over there, is Ravenclaw's Diadem." All of the ministerial group looked with intensity to the diadem. "And Tom Riddle made a Horcrux of it." *gasp* Gasps were the only thing that they could say. One of Hogwarts' founders most famous relics, made in a horcrux. The Ravenclaws in the group were feeling the same anger that Susan was feeling, in a much more

I wasn't wearing my combat gear anymore; during the flight, I had changed into a breathtaking, midnight-blue silk gown that seemed to absorb the light around it, while the invisible, cosmic weight of the First Crown pulsed softly in my soul. We reached the dais. Killian turned to face me. The feral, bloodthirsty warlord who had slaughtered high priests and defied a cosmic god was gone. In his place stood my husband—a man whose golden eyes held an ocean of absolute, consuming devotion. Marcus stepped forward, carrying a velvet cushion. Resting on the cushion was not a cosmic abstraction, but a physical masterpiece forged by the finest alchemists of both Lycan and Vampire kind. It was a delica

“The coin. The token. The sigil.” He worked his bruised fingers to his neck with an animal’s stubbornness, and for a heartbeat I thought he’d been trying to tear the ropes. Instead he tugged something slick and dark from under his shirt… a small, familiar pendant wrapped in dried blood. I knew it before he held it up. It was Raven’s…no, not the woman’s face I’d seen, but the emblem she wore when she met with Kieran months ago: a raven midflight, talons bared, the same tiny etching I’d seen on a medallion once handed to our enemies.

Behind me, Everett opened a cabinet, ‘Wow, you should see this. Pushing myself to my feet, I strolled over and gasped at the sight of a stunning diadem, entirely silver and with the same swirling design as my amulet, but instead of a black stone, in the centre was a teardrop-shaped moonstone, with smaller and circular moonstone accenting the crown all around. It was simple but elegant, and I knew instantly that this was the crown of a Luna, a true Luna. ‘It’s beautiful,’ I whispered and then sighed, ‘but I don’t think this is it either.’