Ravenclaw Ghost Novels & Stories

Just like that, fabric unfurled like waves, lifting coffins out of the ground as if like a magic trick. One by one, infant spirits broke free from their wooden prisons. I pointed at them, then back at Jim. "See them? Some never got to talk, some never even saw the world. They're just like you, trapped between life and death. In seven days, this place will be as spooky as it gets. Are you in? Will you fight with me, even if it's to the death?"

Sunny fidgeted in the corner, sensing the storm brewing. Jax’s jaw clenched, his tone lowering. “Because if you truly are the Ghost, then you stand for strength. And Raven Kincade,wherever she represents the key to stopping the Crimson Fangs. Whether you hate me or not, whether you care about the Iron Howlers or not, I don't think they're going to stop till they find Raven, and your crew might be attacked” I laughed, cold and humorless. “So, you want the help of a ghost to chase someone you rejected three years ago?”

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

I’m currently showing her the various classrooms. “Why do you want to know about it? I thought you were scared of ghosts?” “I’m not. I’m just curious about the stories and why everyone thinks this place is haunted.” “It is haunted. There have been sightings of a ghost that students call the Phantom,” I reply. I’m the phantom, but Everly doesn’t have to know that. I wear a black half-mask that covers my face when I’m in phantom form and haunting the academy. I have to be sure that no one can tell it’s me as if anyone pays much attention to me. Levi gets all the attention, and I prefer it that way.

I slowly brought my head up seeing a black cloak with the Ankh symbol on it, Professor Zaro, I gave a grin in my eyebrows colliding together trying to stay positive. “Looking for something.” He said holding out an old-white construction paper folded in his hand holding it out for me. I nodded hesitantly to get the paper but grabbed mumbling an apology sprinted back up to the top, roughly closed the door frightened on what just happened. That is why they call him scary, he gives a back shivering aroma of death. “Lavender are you ok, you look like you just saw a ghost.” “Oh how rude.” A high pitch Dutch like voice said as the same ghost popped its head out of the wall strutting away with poise

“Yes, of course. If not tonight, then tomorrow. We have much to discuss.” “Yes, we do.” I nodded. “But could I take a quick peek behind the curtain? I’m curious.” Raven chuckled. “It’s an invisibility spell, so no one gets curious, and we don’t attract attention.” She motioned with her head toward the empty field. “Come on.” She pulled back an invisible curtain, and tall, beautiful elves with blonde hair stood guard in front of a castle. Students and members of the coven walked around the grounds, talking of hurrying to a class.

said Jackson . " Maybe that's why am a ravenclaw. " replied Cynthia smiling . " Sorry.... you are a what ? " asked Jackson . " They are muggles Cynthia. " said Davina. " Oh okay ! am sorry . " replied Cynthia. " Never mind ! I don't know what you guys are talking about but it sounds cool ... ravenclaw and muggles. " said Jackson Clueless about what these things actually are . Cynthia Broke into a laugh.

Lyra asked, her obsidian blade appearing in a flurry of violet sparks. The Shadow-Heir didn't answer with words. He raised the rusted scalpel, and the air around him turned into "Grey Static." He was a "Narrative Ghost," a version of Kaelen that would have existed if Lyra had never found the Shadow Claws, if the silver-poison had been allowed to finish its work.