Ravenclaw Ghost Novels & Stories

“You did not expect to see me alive, did you?” Aurora took a few steps forward towards Celia. Celia took a few steps backward like she had just seen a ghost. “I’m no longer the same Raven that you know, Celia. The Raven that you knew died when she jumped off the cliff. I’m no longer that blackbird who played oblivious to your schemes. Like a phoenix, I rose from the ashes. I’m going to take back what was mine, and you will lose more than what you had stolen from me.”

I was pulled without my consent into the garden, where the sorceress stood waiting for me. “Good, you are alive, thank goddess.” She spoke at once, walking forward to meet me. “Listen attentively Melissa. I just found out that you have not been left out of the Ravenclaw curse, but unlike the male descendants, yours can be avoided.” “I do not understand.” I spoke, moving closer to her. “What do you mean I haven’t been left out on the Ravenclaw curse?” “You have two mates, do you not?” She asked while looking around for any sign of Zachary. I froze at her words, but when she turned to look at me, I waved Jackie out of the garden.

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

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.

Another lunged from behind, I caught it midair, crushed its neck, felt nothing. Fiona fought beside me, silent and deadly. Through the chaos, Gwen knelt by the shimmer, her hands pressed to the ground. Blood dripped from her palms, and the veil pulsed brighter. “She’s holding it open,” Fiona shouted. “For him!” “No,” Gwen gasped. “I’m holding it *back!*” Then the air split again and Rowan stepped through. He looked almost calm, robes torn, eyes black with power. “Son of Whiteclaw,” he said. “Still chasing ghosts.”

The door to the hall opened, a man entered the hall. He moved like shadow even though he was over 7 feet tall, he was wrapped in a dark cloak that was the color of shadows and it flowed behind him like he commanded the wind. His hair was raven-black, falling just past his sharp jawline, then his eyes like frozen silver swept over the room like he owned it yet did not want to be here, and for one terrible moment, he locked with hers. My breath caught, then my heart stuttered once, then resumed in a faster rhythm. I could smell him. Ash. Pine. The unmistakable scent of moon-kissed fur and pure lust. I don’t believe I have smelled anything more exotic.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Everyone moves away, while Soren jumps on Klaus and pushes him against the wall, without even needing to transform. This move is to push Klaus away from the stairs, while I see Ghost's rune that was on the stairs start to be consumed by the Shadows and the Light. Ghost's fur is white and translucent at the ends, while his eyes are very red, and he stands up quickly, at the same time as he grabs Soren's wrist, the smell of blood spreading. Soren uses his other hand to punch Ghost, who dodges and Soren hits the wall, Ghost takes advantage and uses his other claw to hit Soren in the stomach, but a black barrier forms and I see sparks coming out.

Now, mom had fully shifted to a white wolf with shining silver furs and eyes. She looked helpless since she was bounded by magic and the same thing is applicable to Cedric and Hilda. "You know, I have thought of nine hundred and ninety nine ways to kill you over the millennium, Cedric." He snapped his fingers and candles were lit with fire that burned brighter than I had ever seen all over the cemetery. He pulled out a blade and pierced the snake right from the tail upward before throwing it inside the fire.