Ravenclaw Diadem Novels & Stories

This empire. The underworld. I ran my thumb over the Abraha insignia. A golden emblazoned crow in mid-flight and twisted the ring so it lay against my palm. I hated the sight of it. The weight. The feel of it was even worse. Suddenly, a thought crossed my head at the resemblance of the black seal and my ring. A symbol that I failed to recognize but hazily suspected. The eerie eyes of an owl. Of course, she chose that over anything else. Sabrina, you cunning piece of shit.

she mouthed back as the priest began the ceremony. I didn’t listen to everything he was saying, too lost in the eyes of the woman I love. But I knew when he asked for the rings, it was time for the vows. I turned to Darius, who handed me the yellow gold ring with a swirl pattern and four small diamonds embedded in the swirls. It was part of a set of three that would stack together.

he replied lowering his head. "Listen to me carefully, I know you four have a lot many questions in your head, I will definitely answer them all one by one, first of all, you need to understand the exact situation," Henry said pointing to the four youngsters...Mars, Olivia, Zenia and Marcus. four of them nodded... "what I am going to tell you now is more fascinating than your imagination..." Henry continued... "Draco has a backup of his powers stored in his crown. The person who wears the crown will automatically get his powers." he meticulously enchants the crown with his all powers, long before the attack"

Raven placed her arms to the side and stared at Lorcan thinking about what he is going to do next. Lorcan doesn’t have to look inside the leather pouch. He already knows what is in it. Wolfsbane are better stored inside leather to maintain its efficacy. What else will Raven store inside the leather pouch. Lorcan stared at Raven. For a moment he was pulled out of his reverie because this is the first time he ever saw Raven wearing a dress and a bright summer yellow dress with flower patterns at that. “Is she here to seduce me?”

"That crappy orchard your brother bought. It’s got quite a bit of rosemary in it. Ha! Not only has that dump never made a single dime, we still have to pay a crew to maintain it every year." A thought flickered in my mind. I knew that place. The orchard sat on a ruined silver mine, its trees drawing on the soil and the breath of silver for years, gaining a power to ward off evil. The Haunts came with the wind, but silver tamed the wind. Those trees were worth far more than my mother and brother could ever imagine. If my infant spirits had wielded weapons made from that wood, they would have been unstoppable.

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.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked over to see Robin holding a square box," welcome to the family." I smiled happily when he opened the box revealing a set matching diadems. Julian had his placed on first, looking like it was sculpted from the shape of a bat, the wings wrapping around his head. In the open mouth of the bat was a large blood red jewel. Robin placed mine on next, mirroring Julian's. the bat shape and jewel just being smaller in size. I felt the power that radiated off the object when he placed the diadem, the thick tendrils of dark magick kissing my skin. Julian nodded his head towards his parents and I looked back over.

A third crouched, grabbed Enzo’s jaw, and said with a grin, “He’s dead.” They lifted him like a sack of grain, dragging his body toward the exit. Blood smeared across the polished floor, each footstep heavy. My vision blurred, sweat slick on my skin, heart hammering against my ribs. One of the men stopped directly in front of the table, his mask hiding his features but his eyes... a cold, calculating glint, rising to meet mine. He lowered his hand, adjusting a silver necklace that clinked against his chest. The emblem on the pendant caught the fractured light: a snake and a dragon coiled around a sword and shield.

Thalia had imagined saying those words. She had imagined hearing Nikolai promise to love her. Instead... She was promising duty. Sacrifice. Silence. She looked at Nikolai. He never looked back. "I do," Thalia answered softly. The priest smiled gently. "May the rings be presented." An elderly attendant stepped forward carrying a velvet cushion. Upon it rested two platinum wedding bands. The priest carefully lifted the first ring. "These rings have passed through five generations of Ravenhart heirs." He turned the band beneath the light.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.