Ravenclaw Founder Novels & Stories

“Enough!” Every eye turned to the high platform. The Elder’s gaze cut like steel. His voice thundered like a storm. “Clara—you’ve hidden long enough. But you cannot deceive me. Your blood is not Sinclair’s. You belong to Ravenclaw!”

I frowned. “But that’s changed, right?” she asked. “Yes. Moving here, everything changed.” I frowned. “Everything?” she questioned. “Well, for one, dad sent me to a co-ed private school. Apparently, dad didn’t like the all-girls schools, or they didn’t have an opening. So dad sent me to Ravenwood.” I started. “And how have you liked being there?” she asked.

Another file accompanied the newspaper clipping. A guest list. Most of the names had been blacked out. Only five remained visible. Damien Quinn. Isabella Quinn. Adrian Vale. Celeste Ashcroft. And... One final name. Gabriel Thorne. The Keeper's breathing became uneven. Lucien noticed immediately. "You know him." The old man nodded once. "He wasn't just a member." "He was the Founder's right hand." "The first Raven." Silence filled the room. Vivienne searched the name.

Shadow creatures poured through the breach, followed by something that made my soul recoil in terror. A Shadow Lord strode into the chamber, its form shifting between dimensions. Behind it walked a familiar figure that made my heart sink. Lord Ravenclaw, but not as we had last seen him. His body was wreathed in shadow magic, his eyes glowing with borrowed power. "Did you really think it would be that simple?" he asked, his voice layered with unnatural harmonics. "That you could perform your little ritual without interference?" "Ravenclaw," Prince Kael snarled. "You should be dead."

She saw the witches gathered around an altar, chanting, binding something older than them all into Auren’s blood. And then she saw something else. A girl. Hidden deep within a crystal tomb, surrounded by glyphs that pulsed with forbidden magic. “Who is she?” Selene gasped. Kael looked shaken. For the first time in her life, she saw real fear in the blood witch’s face. “That,” he whispered, “is not a who. That is a what. The true heir of Ravenspell. The one they feared. The reason they needed your blood, Selene.” “My blood?” she whispered.

“You can’t be serious.” Salvatore folded his hands behind his back calmly, as if he had not just suggested I willingly walk into the arms of the people who murdered Enzo. “Draco Castellano is not merely Dante’s eldest son,” he said evenly. “He is the future of La Casa delle Ombre. The brothers absolutely trust him. Even their patriarch Dante relies on him more than anyone else inside the organization.” “And that means what exactly?” I snapped. “You want me to seduce him?”

Saw Isolde's small, triumphant smile. "—Isolde Ravenclaw." The world stopped.

He wants to ship me off to this bloody academy so he would continue being Alpha while I'm learning what exactly? This felt like exile disguised as honor. A way to get me out of his hair while he consolidated power. The thought made my blood boil. Bullshit, just bullshit. My eyes hardened with anger. Then I heard Riven continue, "The following names are chosen to come study at the Academy." He started listing names from each pack starting from Firstfell and I saw him call Tyrion's buddy from earlier and then finally he got to Grimwell. "Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton

He would have killed that girl then and there, but he need the name of the poison which she used on that sword to paralyze Irina. The Raven Prince is the most powerful and feared among all the dragon clans. No one has the potential to stop him or go against him. He is just twenty-five, but dragons who are more experienced than him are all scared of him. No one can win over him. His word is a law and no one would dare to go against it. But for the first time, a slave is living even after being at the receiving end of his wrath. "Did you find anything about who she is and where she came from?" Cadmus asked the chief commander of his army.

Her stories alone can't redeem her. "How did you know the Ravenclaw boy had been attacked by a demon?" She lowered her head. "Alpha Kaloyan, I heard his father weeping upon his return. I'm the Ravenclaws next-door-neigbour." "Small world." "When I saw the boy, I couldn't turn a blind eye because Ximena had told me it was possible—" The door burst open again, and to be damned honest, it was getting old. My wolves saw interrupting me like a sport. Ever since I became king, they had fallen in love with doing it all the time.