Ravenclaw Meme Novels & Stories

Raven rolled her eyes " Didn't you just say you'll roast him alive" She frowned in confusion " Wait! How did he even call you directly, are you.. " I'm Meek and he's Eight, we're Venom's companions" Meek said with an outstretched hand, Raven enveloped her hand with his, she wondered why she felt like she was drowning while staring into his deep brown eyes. " Uh.I I'm Raven Smith, the eldest miss of the Smith family, it's nice to meet you both" **** Even as Olivia scanned the entire hall, she couldn't find anything that could have frightened Daera.

"Those are the major three groups with the most significant influence. The Coven is nothing more than a mean group of witches whose joy is terrorizing anyone weak and pathetic in their eyes. The Geniuses are your smart nerds, brilliant minds but tend to distance themselves from others who are not like them." "And last but not least, you have the Outsiders, which is anyone who is not in any of the major cliques I just mentioned. Seriously, you gotta know these things if you wish to survive here." The raven-haired girl scolded her friend as the two got up to throw away their empty smoothie cups and leave for their next class.

If this is an ant colony, it is probably a white ant, which is considered a pest and cannot work for the colony. And when other children began showing signs of werewolf powers at the age of ten, Raven showed none. No claws. No fangs. No hunting instinct. No transformation. It was as if werewolf blood did not flow in his body. That's why everyone gave him a nickname. "Cursed Omega!" A nickname he hated. "Hey, Raven!" Someone's voice was heard from behind. Raven turned. Three young men his age walked over laughing.

‘Fits your name as a messenger,’ Laughed Jente. Maddie looked around without understanding. ‘Why then does that suit Raven? And what about a messenger? ‘she asked. ‘Raven's name means messenger,’ Jente explained. ‘And the color purple means that he can explain and pass on messages well.’ Maddie did not understand much. What kind of messages? She chose a white ribbon herself. Cleanliness, spirituality, and dreams, she knew. Omen poured the tea and took the bread out of the oven. Jente brought the bowl of freshly baked cookies and the fruit salad. Everyone was ready for the ceremony.

The effect was priceless. "That reminds me,"Dr. Packard continued, moving around the bed, checking the machines and shining a torch into Maeve's eyes, "When the two of you are a little more settled, I think you might like to visit Ravenclaw Academy. It's on the outskirts of pack lands at the foot of the mountains, the student's there are quite interesting."

"Your pendant is really nice, I like it." Feeling strange about her new friend's remark, Raven reflexively held the pendant on her necklace and smiled wryly. Raven scanned her new living space and her eyes fell on a bookshelf filled with folders labelled "Witches?" "Yeah, I love reading and learning about them. I think it would be really cool if we had abilities like them." With a twinkle in her eye, Meredith said that she and some popular friends at the university had formed a club. Meredith even invited Raven to join her in the club. However, Raven refused.

What kind of person was I to elicit such a reaction from her? “Arya, I fell some minutes ago and in the process had a slight concussion. I can't seem to remember any other thing apart from my name. Can you tell me where I am?” I asked. Her gaze immediately moved to my head before she met my eyes. “Sure thing my lady. You are in Ravenclaw Pack, the largest and strongest pack in all three regions under the leadership of Alpha Stephan.” I swallowed, my face turning pale at her words. Ravenclaw pack was the most elusive and dangerous pack in the kingdom.

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

"2% for individuals and 8% for the party… are they for real?" "Those are some hefty benefits…" "Damn it! For individual joinee, they want Solar plexus elites…I am only a Sacral Beginner!" "Awesome! Our party perfectly fits their needs… we should go with the Ravens…" Several clanless individuals begin to inch towards the Ghost raven until another jolting voice shook their eardrums.