Ravenclaw Ghost Novels & Stories

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

~Night in the North~ The band of the night anti-supernatural creatures were all set out all on standby against the time the enemy steps forth unaware of their secret formation and intentions. They are all following the lead of Raven. "Kai, can you hear me now?" Raven asked tapping the piece plugged to her ear. "Yes Raven. Very clear" "I'm with Delilah. Check with Archie and the rest. Any time from now, we might spot something fishy around. I think they are probably thinking of setting a trap for us tonight"

‘I was this close to finding the likes of my daughter, finally, I was going to find out what to get her on her birthday but she showed up and ruined everything,’ Owino gazed on the sealing with pain ‘He has already started sneaking on the maid’s room, thinking that I will let him get his way, anyway I didn’t know he was eavesdropping on the girls,’ Melina’s thought.

I try telling her over the Pack link I think she heard me. Her eyes get as big as saucers, although that might be something to do with Mary and Tom, who materialise to either side of us. The rest of her group let themselves be herded into a group around her, looking a little intimidated by seeing a ghost and a man who can apparently appear and disappear And a talking raven. Jade settles back on Shelley’s shoulder, grumbling aloud about idiot kids trying to get themselves killed. Turns out ravens can talk a lot, especially when they’re shapeshifted vampires.

"Can they wake him without me?" "No. You are the key. But they can try." Kara stepped into the room. "If enough shifters believe in his return, if enough of them pour their power into the idea of him, he might manifest on his own. Not the real First Wolf. A shadow of him. A hungry ghost." "And what would that ghost do?" Kara's face was grim. "It would consume. Every shifter it touched would be drained, their power added to its own. It would grow until there was nothing left."

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.

Shadow creatures poured through the breach, followed by something that made my soul recoil in terror. A Shadow Lord strode into the chamber, its form shifting between dimensions. Behind it walked a familiar figure that made my heart sink. Lord Ravenclaw, but not as we had last seen him. His body was wreathed in shadow magic, his eyes glowing with borrowed power. "Did you really think it would be that simple?" he asked, his voice layered with unnatural harmonics. "That you could perform your little ritual without interference?" "Ravenclaw," Prince Kael snarled. "You should be dead."

He noticed that she should be no older than fourteen and was wearing the School's uniform, in Ravenclaw's colors. "Hello, Miss..?" "Warren, Myrtle Warren." Erik said and received a reply from the ghostly girl. "... Miss Warren. My name is Erik Ravenclaw, and I am the castle's owner and Lord. I entered here because I was investigating the origin of the water running to the corridor. Do you know anything about it?" "Ravenclaw, as in house Ravenclaw?" The ghost of Myrtle Warren asked, ignoring Erik's question. "Exactly, Miss Warren. I am Lord Ravenclaw."