Ravenclaw Ghost Novels & Stories

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

I had spent three years being loyal to Thalia’s memory and then to the hollow arrangement of our current status but one look at this girl had my instincts screaming to claim, to protect, and to destroy anyone who touched her. *Especially Kael.* "Took you long enough to notice," he had said. The words haunted me. I racked my brain, searching for a face, a name, a grievance. Had I crossed him in the city? Had my father executed a relative of his? Nothing fit. The man was a ghost with a PhD, a shadow that had somehow integrated itself into the very heart of my education. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into a trap, and Ravenna was the bait.

Clara and Morwen consulted every source they could find, explored every possibility, and refused to accept that sacrifice was the only option. "I can't do it," Morwen admitted one night, her voice raw. "I can't watch you die again. I can't." Clara reached for her hand. "I know. I feel the same way. That's why we're going to find another way." "But what if there isn't one?" "Then we'll make one. We've done impossible things before." --- The breakthrough came from an unexpected source—the Anchor Students. One of them, a young woman named Lyra, had a gift for understanding dark magic. She had been studying the Hollow's remnants, looking for patterns that others had missed.

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

Raphael is more interested in the beauty in his arms. He turned her in his arms so that now she is looking at him. He locked his gaze with hers. Slowly the fog around him began to disappear, showing the form of the real Raphael. The handsome Raven Prince. But his eyes are still pitch black and he still looks scary to everyone. There is still no recognition in him about who he is. But the darkness and the urge to kill and immense hatred are not so intense.

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

The texture of his scales leaves indents in my skin, and his breath forces his crib cage to go up and down. Draco flies near the Ghost but it is too late. The spell is starting to run out. I reach my hand out and grab the luna lily from Rosemary. I manage to take it, but the spell that froze her has stopped and she is now after me in her full angered spirit.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

His amber eyes were wild, scanning for threats. I pointed at the corner with a shaking hand. "There. The girl. The ghost. Don't you see her?" They both looked where I was pointing. Looked at each other. Then back at me. "Sera, there's nothing there," Raven said gently. Too gently. Like he was talking to someone who'd lost their mind. "She's right there!" My voice cracked. "In the corner. She just told me—she said he killed her and I'm next."