Ravenclaw Personality Novels & Stories

He had quite a very long hair for a boy and he was very hairy with a very thick eyebrows. "Well..." the bell suddenly rang before the lecturer was able to answer Raven. The lecturer quickly picked up his stuffs and he told Raven to remind him to give her an answer in his next class as he left the class. The students quickly followed him up behind as they were already tired and extremely bored up with his philosophy lectures. Raven was packing up her books into her backpack as she prepared to head home and her pencil suddenly rolled over her table and fell to the floor. She stretched out her hands to pick it up from the floor and she suddenly saw another hand stretching out to pick up the pen

He chuckled softly, "Is it that hard to tell? Because of her identity as Raven, she decided to live concealing her gender. No one would expect that Raven would be a woman, and no one had confirmed her identity either." The man will never forget the day that he met her. She was just a child. Her body was so skinny and dirty that she looked like a beggar. But her eyes were extraordinary, an ocean blue ombre. Who wouldn't be shocked and fascinated with such peculiar colors? Despite the coldness that it emits, it already held the fire that no normal child should have. A passion, determination, and power that the man has a deep impression of. At that moment, the child spoke.

I looked down and whispered, “I mean this is totally unregal. What kind of princess would fall for a knight in training? Better yet, what kind of princess is stupid enough to fall for a knight in training?” Burying my face into my hands. While I was talking Ravens face changed from sly to caring. “A kind of princess that cares about her friends, her subjects, and her knights no matter what people say. That is the kind of princess you are.” Raven said firm but softly at the same time. I looked up at her surprised.

Who fucking cares? I stared at her. She was holding one of her ugly plushies to her chest. Raven was the type of girl who would look past all the cute plushies in a shop and choose the ugliest, weirdest one she could find. She was the type of person who thought the neglected ugly animal in the zoo was cute, the type of person who would buy a used item to make someone happy even if she could afford something better. She was different. People hated her energetic attitude growing up, but I loved it; loved her quirky nature, her warmth and her fucking smiles. But I was hurting her too…

-RAVEN- As Eric Ampleton often warned, my pride would inevitably lead to my ruin. Declan wasn't someone to be trifled with. Behind all that charisma and pleasant smiles lurked a ruthless, cold-hearted man. And here I was, practically serving myself up on a silver platter. My gaze shifted to the towering man in front of me. If I wasn’t shackled, I could have easily taken him down with something as small as a penknife. Though, his axe seemed designed for someone far beyond average.

His aura was compact, disciplined, controlled so tightly it barely registered unless you were looking for it. Lykos — Werewolf Candidate Trait: Speed & Precision Combat Style: Lethal Economy Mentality: Observant, Patient Current Rank: High Tier, Stable The silver-streaked candidate—Riven—paced himself, eyes scanning constantly, already calculating rivals. Riven — Werewolf Candidate Trait: Leadership Aura Combat Style: Adaptive Mentality: Strategic Current Rank: High Tier, Rising Alpha noted them all. Not with envy. With inevitability. After running came forms training.

Elsa had an outgoing and very sunny personality, and although she couldn't be described as drop dead gorgeous, her charm was definitely unique and tend to pull others towards her. But at this moment, her temperament went through a rapid change as if she turned into someone different in the blink of an eye. "I presume we haven't met before, have we?" Raven sensed a threat from the smiley eyes that stared at her. "It is interesting that you have such a strong opinion of me when you have never even met me before. You should at least recognize such basic manners." Elsa words were calm yet with extremely sharp edges. "If you are going to judge me at least have the decency to know me first."

He's wearing a leather jacket over dark jeans, and there's something about his posture that screams danger. "Shit," Talia mutters under her breath. "What?" "That's Lewis Thornfield. Alpha of the Ravenclaw Pack." My blood runs cold. Ravenclaw territory borders ours to the east, and the relationship between our packs has always been tense. What's an Alpha from a rival pack doing in Moonfang territory? He orders coffee, his voice a pleasant baritone as he chats with the barista. Her scent shifts subtly—the sweet note of attraction evident even from where I sit. I don't blame her; objectively speaking, he's gorgeous. Tall and muscular with defined cheekbones that could cut glass.

“Enough!” Every eye turned to the high platform. The Elder’s gaze cut like steel. His voice thundered like a storm. “Clara—you’ve hidden long enough. But you cannot deceive me. Your blood is not Sinclair’s. You belong to Ravenclaw!”

I look him in the eye, his government sent him here because they know Raven is capable of being dangerous. “I honestly didn’t believe the report. She’s very young, I’ll admit she's mature and carries herself like a warrior, but she doesn’t seem as lethal and dangerous as Dagon claimed.” Ingvar glances at his men who all nod. “Raven is very special, she’s more than just a lycan. My mate is the Goddess of Death, and she is capable of killing hundreds of thousands, if not more, in the blink of an eye if she really wanted to. However, Raven is an incredibly strong woman who is duty driven to protect her people and innocents. Raven want’s peace, she doesn’t understand people who want to rule ever