Ravenclaw Personality Novels & Stories

RAVEN When I got to Selene’s room, the noise hit me before I even opened the door. It was the kind of loud, careless chatter that made your skin crawl if you weren't one of them. I pushed the door open, already grinding my teeth as the sound grew louder, three of her so-called friends sprawled around like they owned the place, laughing like animals, screeching over each other’s voices. They barely acknowledged me, which was expected. I was Raven—the quiet one, the distant one, the one who always had the snacks, always came when called. A good little errand girl. And they thought that was all I was.

She was mute, trembling as though something bad had happened. "Kayla?" I called, holding her hands in mine, trying to offer some comfort, but she took her hands from mine slowly and then turned to look me in the eye. "Caleb, there….is so….mething you need to know," she stammered, her voice trembling more than her hands. "Okay, what's that?" I asked in a very calm tone. "I am from Ravenclaw," she declared, but I already knew that much about her.

Raven Knight is, newly certified doctor under the Ministry of Medicine. One of the youngest to pass the damn licensing exams, and not just pass, dominate them. Scored top three in her cohort. Chosen for the ministry’s full scholarship. That program was so competitive that only a handful of werewolves ever made it through, and even fewer from mid-tier packs. Raven was the only one from her. No family pull. No political ties. Just raw skill and brain. I let out a quiet laugh under my breath. Of course. Of course ,she’d be the one person under my roof with a brain sharper than half my advisors. And she chose healing.

Caden moved to his wardrobe and put on a crisp white shirt without sparing her a glance, "I lost the mood to continue, I also need to get ready. The Royal Family isn't coming and I'll be receiving Prince Riven." Prince Riven also known as the Shadow Prince. He keeps to himself, and is rarely seen. It was surprising he was coming for Selection Day when he had never participated before. I wondered what had changed. Maybe the council was finally putting pressure on him to find a mate, though I couldn't imagine anyone being brave enough to approach someone with his reputation. Probably the council was getting antsy that the next successor was a recluse and there was this rumor going around that

Far better. "My sons like you Raven, I can tell you now they do. Grayson has never protected a woman like you. Me yes, but no one else until you." I look at her confused. "It's weird to say, but in many ways, you're like his mother, she was a dancer, and she had a history of violence. I don't know how it happened Raven, but he loves you. He doesn’t realise it yet, but he does." I laugh slightly.

Alexandre put the vials away in the cupboard and turned to walk out, “Raven, it would be best if you came to this destination with us. You may end up needing it.” Raven followed behind draping her cape over her shoulders and lifting the hood over her head. Everything she ever heard about the Bitten was dark and dangerous. The hard reality was her mama hid half of who she was from her. And now she had fears of herself becoming something that would have to be put down like a lame donkey. “Raven, you can choose to be better. I have given you all the knowledge I could gather for our library to help you know yourself as a caster and a right powerful one at that. I’ve seen how you’ve kept the char

That was all she responded with. "You don't… fit," Maven continued carefully. She was on ice, dangerous thin ice with this area of choice and topic. "Not in the way the court expects. That is not a flaw with you, Sephora, but a flaw with the Rave Court itself. It could be your strength... the Clan's greatest strength. The Raven Clan may yet need a mind that does not fly in the same patterns as the rest and sees things very differently than we all." Sephora gave a little laugh — not kind, but not sharp either. A sound that neither confirmed nor denied, she cared for the words.

My grandfather Nyx sat next to me eyeing me curiously. "What is making you distracted, Trevan?" he asked curiously. I grinned, looking over at him. "Do you know a Sage Ravenclaw by chance?" I mumble. Nyx's brow creased and he looked pissed. "Nimue's daughter, I'm aware of her, nothing good comes from a Ravenclaw, bad-blood grandson, you're better off staying very far away," he growled and rubbed his eyes, before walking away from me. That just perked my interest more and I chuckled to myself.

His scarred face showed a mixture of curiosity and grudging respect. "You know," he continued, settling back into his throne with obvious amusement, "you have far more backbone than that simpering woman he chose." His dark eyes glittered with malicious interest. "I find myself wondering what exactly Raven sees in her. She's weak, manipulative, and utterly predictable." I remained silent, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a response. "You, on the other hand," he said, leaning forward with renewed interest, "you have fire. Conviction. The kind of strength that could be very useful in the right circumstances."

Part of me wants to kiss her until she smiles, but I remind myself that we are at war. "You think you can teach me how to control ice?" "Yes," I smile at her. "You have any problem with me being your teacher or something?" Raven laughs. "You must be kidding me! I'm a fiery soul, capable of controlling fire. I'm impulsive and aggressive, and the water feels so..." She grimaces. "Controlled." "That's where you are both right and wrong." I walk for the trees further away from us. "Water might be peaceful and floating and calm, but ice is direct, quick, and offensive—you will be a natural."