Novel & Cerita Ravenclaw Ghost

"Yeah, that too. I’m just...really sorry for the collision. I didn't mean to send your life flying across the hallway." "Like I said, it’s alright." He shifted the weight of the books in his arms and held out a hand. "I’m Leon Galloway, by the way." "Gwen Casteel. Nice to meet you, Leon." As I shook his hand, I realized his skin was warm—not the feverish, predator-like heat I felt from the wolves, but a steady, comfortable warmth. "Likewise," he nodded. My eyes drifted to the stack of papers he was clutching. The bold header at the top was hard to miss: RAVENBANE COLLEGE: OFFICIAL ENROLLMENT AND TRANSFER STUDENT RECORD.

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

I desperately tried to pull Nina away, pleading, "Mommy is already dead. You don’t have to do this for me. I will be heartbroken. Go home! Please, just go home!" Nina lowered her head, thinking for a long time. Through the crack in the gate, she saw the lively birthday party inside. Finally, she asked firmly, "You promise?" Jennifer hesitated, then smiled smugly. "Of course, I always keep my word." She called the beggar over and handed him her bracelet, asking only that he stand still. Nina bit her lip, straightened her little princess dress, and trembled as she slowly crawled under the man’s legs.

He wasted no time weaving through the mass of spirits as he barreled across the charred ground to the mess house. Roy braved a look in Angel’s direction. Jackson was right. She was getting uncomfortably close and the spirits that had proven themselves lethal by tearing Harold into pieces only to become like zombies were acting a bit more animated. “Did ya make that change in the spirits? Is it yer magic that’s keeping them calm?”

So I left it, settling on exploring my new home instead. Today I found myself in a cosy study, still a considerably large room, but smaller than most that I had come across. It reminded me of Lilith’s living room, dark red wood seemed to domineer the room in here. A large inglenook fireplace flanked by a large suit of armour on each side. Over the mantel was a battered shield that had seen better days and two swords, mostly likely longer that I was, crossed at the back of it. A coat of arms could be made out under the battered metal, to me in looked like a half goat half man creature, holding a large raven in one hand and a snake in the other. I assumed it must belong to the Caine family.

If Grizz' and his lackey's squadrons joined them, they were free to choose their own. Eva and Chengli had decided on Nightraven. When Nightmare had called her a raven along with Miko, it kind of stuck with her. In the back of her mind, she had been ruminating on ravens, crows, rooks, and other corvidae. She loved their intelligence and cunning, as well as their symbolism across multiple cultures. The nightraven specifically was an ancient beast in Norse and Germanic mythology. In those myths, anyone who saw a nightraven either died instantly, or fell ill from infection. And if children spotted one, they would have been abducted, dismembered, and eaten.

“No, that’s tomorrow. But today we’re supposed to work on our own pieces, it’s part of our coursework” “Oh.. and what piece are you working on?” “Actually, it’s a raven. I saw him at the lake the other day, but I haven’t finished yet”. “Well, now that’s suitable, isn’t it”. He smiled as he leaned against the counter. “A raven by Raven”. “Well, he was beautiful, I couldn’t resist”. “Your mother thought so too, that’s why she named you after them. So, anyway, how was the party?” “Umm, you know, the usual”.

The spawn of the evil deceased Dark Lord, ruler of the Underworld. “Hmmm, now where did you hide the little Dark Lord?” He murmured, and the scene changed. Suddenly, a series of loud knocks slammed against the greenhouse door, sharp and abrupt, making Ron yelp and jolt back. The ladle clattered against the edge of the cauldron and the images vanished with a hiss, melting back into a bland swirl of violet mist. Ron groaned, shoulders slumping. Now he had to perform the spell all over again. Just who was it that was ruining his progress? He nearly found out where the Dark Lord was kept when he was a baby.

Let me see your finger," Raven said. I showed Raven my finger, and she quickly pricked my finger with a needle. "What are you doing?" My mom asked "I am casting a spell to find Claire's location. Since Gwen is Claire's Mate and they have finished the Mating Process, I should be able to track her with Gwen's blood," Raven said Raven took a bowl from her bag and put the same green liquid inside. Then, she put the needle she pricked my finger with into the bowl. It started to boil and turn a bright yellow. Then, she took something that looked like a compass and put it in the liquid. After a few minutes, she took the compass out.

Olivia couldn’t see anything because of the light, only the sound of the deity remained in her ears. “Young recruit will have to dedicate to the galaxy. You have the white of the fairy flower, the beauty of the unicorn and you are the pride of the phoenix. Don’t let me down!” The sound made Olivia curious about her identity. Fairy flower? Unicorn? Phoenix? Why did he say that? She doesn’t know. No one tells her about that. Olivia was about to ask the deity when a powerful suction blocked her voice and pulled her into an endless black hole.