Ravenclaw Ghost Novels & Stories

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

"What?" He ruffled his hand through his hair, stepping back for a second, pacing in a small circle. "You don't understand. They're not birds. They're spirit-bound vessels. Every raven they send out is attached to a real witch. Kill one, and it kills too. You just killed one of them." My face lost color. "I didn't mean to." "But you did," he answered. "And now they're going to be searching for you." "Orion," I took a step in closer, "I didn't use any abilities. Just a stick."

The same dream same again with the black and white wolf but this time another wolf knocked it away from me, beautiful brown fur with strands that seemed to sparkle gold in the moon light. "Chica it's time to wake up." The honey smooth voice whispered. I opened my eyes to a girl my age maybe slightly older, her beautiful curly black hair was pinned up. Her smile was slightly crooked but it reached her dark brown eyes. She was gorgeous, her milk choclate skin seemed flawless; she didn't look like anyone in the pack so the only thing that made since was she was visiting from abother pack. "Wayne was worried you'd find trouble. I am sorry I got here to late to help before though." She reached ou

‘She doesn’t know who we are,’ Clover whimpers, pulling at her lavender colored hair, showing more fear than I’ve ever seen in her. “I’m right here Raven, I’m not leaving you,” I whisper, trying to calm her down, wishing I knew how to take her pain. ‘Gideon, like with Gideon… sink your claws into her to drain her she’s full of power and life!’ Clover squeals almost happily, as I look over at her watching her dance around the bodies. “Clover now is not the time!” I growl at her, trying to understand how she could be happy when everything has gone straight to hell so fast.

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.

he explained and I understood, that’s really sounded more like Derek, and somehow, it sounded like Sheila, she was now an evil mistress, but majorly because she married Derek, before now, she always had a problem concealing what she’d found out and always attacked head-on. “You’re right!” I firmly stated and immediately wiped off the feeling of doubt and worry in my mind. “They’re out in the open,” someone said from behind us and we all turned, it was Kendra, my maid here in Ravenclaw who seemed to serve someone else rather than me whom she was assigned to since she was off. “Out? Out where?” I asked and began to tiptoe to look around and out through each window in the dining area, but still

He raised his hands, as if about to perform a spell, and then---- Then Nora looked up as she heard a cawing. There was a raven swirling overhead. The raven seemed to stare directly at her, and then, the next second there was a ghostly pale woman, with stark, white hair and blood shot eyes. She watched, curious, as the woman grabbed her grandfather by the neck and bit into him making him scream.

I hadn’t been sure how no one knew which and then how they got away with the things they do. “What’s that mean?” he asked. “Well, some of the whispers I heard call you the Princes of Ravenwood. It just seems like a bit much,” I explained, pointing my chopstick with sashimi on it at him as I talked. Before I could bring the bite to my mouth, he ate it. “Mhm. Well, that’s just because of our family,” he shrugged. “And that means?” I furrowed my brow, annoyed he took my food. “And stop stealing my food. I’m not trying to feed you,” I grumbled.

“Now die.” “I know that if a witch dies before a spell is completed, the spell breaks. And now you’ve made me angry.” His voice falls low. Just as on the day we freed him, Dagar summons his ravens. They surge like a crashing wave, swallowing the room in shadow. No one can see until the witch raises a familiar stone—the same kind Astra once held. Its glow cuts through the dark, and the ravens recoil, parting from her in fear. Fury twists Dagar’s face. He hurls the ravens against her, forcing them to strike. A few break through, pecking at her skin before burning into ash.