Ravenclaw Meme Novels & Stories

Fake-it’ to his initial nickname, considering the stark contrast between this icy tone and the gentle, almost tender voice he'd used with me since shifting even though he hadn’t said more than three sentences to me. It seemed my mysterious mate had layers I'm yet to uncover. The complexity of his character both intrigued and intimidated me, leaving me uncertain of where I stood. “Please just let me go, I’ll never come back here, I promise you.” The enemy struggled as his pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. “Sure, you’ll never come back here because I’ll send your head back to your pack.” Talking about pack, I knew this stray wolf was from Ravenclaw, my pack, I could see the mark which is pecu

"The Ravenclaw family is one of the most prominent in Lysandria," Margaret explained. "Zephyr's family owns Ravenclaw Industries, one of our largest conglomerates." Elena felt like the room was spinning. "Ravenclaw Industries. That's why my investigators couldn't find you. I named my company Ravenwood Industries. The names are so similar, but I never made the connection." "You named your company after your family," Zephyr said with a slight smile. "I named mine after my family. We were both honoring our heritage without knowing it."

I’d like to make closer friends here. Meanwhile, Raven showed me his attic studio and made me promise to sit for him on the first day of classes. He says I won't need to more than once, as his photographic visual memory is heightened by the Wolf inside him and he's able to do the rest by memory. As he showed me his beautiful pre-Raphaelite style paintings—mostly young women of all sizes and colors, but with a recurring them of redheads—he flirted with me again and made me feel pretty. “Do you have a boyfriend who might get jealous when I paint your lovely face?” he teased.

It cracked me up because I wasn’t expecting that. This is MAGIC from his little Raven. Will love to have a Mini Raven soon.

Outside, high above Willowbrook Academy, a black raven circled silently in the sky. Watching. Waiting. And hidden beneath its feathers... A single crimson eye glowed with dark magic. The raven disappeared into the clouds. A tense silence settled over the library. I looked from Magnus to the headmaster, trying to understand the fear that had suddenly overtaken the room. “What is the Raven Order?” I asked. Magnus exhaled slowly. “They are not merely an organization.” “They are the oldest cult in recorded history.” Liam’s face went pale. “The ones responsible for the Fall of the Moon Kingdom?”

He barely knew what a meme was. "Kieran," Mira asked. "Finish the lyric. 'I came in like a...'" "Wrecking Ball!" Kieran sang, doing a little dance. "Miley Cyrus. Classic." "Correct." Mira turned to Cale. "Cale. Name the four houses of Hogwarts." Elion froze. He looked at Cale. Cale looked at Mira. He looked completely lost. "Hogwarts," Cale repeated. "Is that a... geographic location?"

"I was simply welcoming Val to the inner circle. Such as it is." The table stayed tense through the rest of the meal. Ronan filled the silence with commentary about the trial rankings, which nobody asked for and everyone needed. Lyra ate and watched Raven the way you watch something that might bite. Raven waited until Ronan paused for breath. "It is strange though," she said, conversationally, like the thought had just occurred to her. "About Marcus Fell." She glanced around the table. "Funny how the ones who can't keep up simply vanish. Like the academy clears its own dead weight."

And all of the books have been bookmarked. “Some big investigation you got down here, Dracula…” “Stop calling me Dracula... Raverine, please.” I rolled my eyes. “So…” I stopped and turned around to look him in the eye. “Tell me everything.” Raverine heaved a sigh and then pointed to a picture pinned to the center of the board. “This, right here…” Raverine said. “This is my goal. To reveal the leaders of Die Dark Clan.” “DD…” I whispered to myself. I knew that Pox was stupid. But I am way more stupid because I realized that Chief Wills, that fat shithead, sure knows what DD means, and let me guess, he is part of it.

And even that is exhausting. He laughed at his own joke. They closed the door, footsteps left. ‘My mighty red queen,’ said Raven softly. There was pride in his voice, ‘breaking through a Zaeafraan spell.’ Maddie smiled briefly. ‘But, he still has Omem under control,’ she said with a sigh. ‘She'll be safe as long as she is.’ Raven kissed her face. Then her neck. ‘Raven,’ she said warningly. He laughed teasingly.

He covered his face with his black armor, only his eyes could be seen. "Attention!" he commanded them, all of them were wearing black robes, with arrows and bows in their backs, all sitting on same black horses. Except Trion's robe had a white mark at the shape of a crow at his chest. "Listen, my fellow Ravens. Our identity is - we all are Ravenmen, not some tiny, fuckin' birds! We are neither afraid of dark, nor of some stupid risen of Gods! Yeah, here we are, in front of the entrance of South Leafstone." "Yeah!" nine Ravens yelled in unison.