Ravenclaw Personality Novels & Stories

"That is seriously cool. But... why is it considered so bad for the other mages to find me? If they are my people, isn't it more likely that they would know my origins and be generally nice to me?" Elder Kaelith let out a harsh, mocking scoff, her expression turning cynical. "Mages are many times never what they appear to be on the surface, Raven. They are highly pretentious, secretive, and deceptive people. You can find out the truth about your biological origins on your own time. You don't need their help at all. Especially because of that strange dream you said you had a while ago. You might be important to them, yes, but I am not at all convinced it is for anything good."

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

I decided to give it a try. That evening, I returned home and stared at Raven. He had dark skin and solid muscles. His features were flawless. Otherwise, I would not have spotted him by that dumpster at first glance. "What are you staring at?" Raven asked impatiently. "Do you feel unwell at all?" "No. I'm perfectly fine." Raven had a bad temper and spoke bluntly, nothing like other incubi who were docile and obedient. To check what was actually wrong with him, I reached out to touch him.

His eyes were entirely gold, the pupils gone, filled with a terrifying, predatory hunger. "Rohan, behind you!" I choked out. Ravena had recovered. The purple smoke around her hands was thick now, smelling like burnt copper and rot as she launched herself at his back, her claws extended. She didn't fight like a normal wolf anymore; her movements were unnaturally fast, driven by whatever dark magic the Rogue King had pumped into her veins.

I wondered. “Hmm. Crowden? He is basically as me. He just has that friendly personality, but he can be cruel as well when he wants and needs to be, so it is not that hard door him to pretend as me in the pala-- I mean at home… Do not be fooled by his funny attitude.” Raven said and got up, moving out of the bed and handing out his hand to me to help me up. “So your house there where Crowden stays, is a different pack? Or a village under this pack? I do not understand.” I inquired.

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

History as not been kind to those like her who were open about it from the start. “I can see that. But you also seem hard working, kind but able to handle your own, love food and a bit shy regardless of how you acted last night when tell me off. Meaning you shouldn’t be underestimated.” He says. I still haven’t looked up at him wondering what the point of this is. “Yes, but just like Harry could have been Slytherin or Gryffindor according to the sorting hat. I could be both too. There is nothing wrong with being two things. I just choose Gryffindor.” Okay that might have shown a little more cards then I should have.

The kind that would have lots of mouth watering ingredients in it. She ate little considering her small kind of appetite. Every intervals the flight attendant standing closest to her would come to ask her what she needed. She loved such treatments but the lady was doing this because she now knows her as an affluential lady who has a lot in control. Not going into further details, as her pretty self she could show off her father's hard earned wealth. The man might have not shown it when he was alive but his daughter was going to be the opposite. She's the daughter of a wolf hunter, had anyone ever tried to know about her father? No one! Her father did things in secret and she was following hi

“All that matters is that we know who YOU are” “Is that so?” I replied, sticking my chin defiantly in the air. “And who am I?” “You’re the little night wolf, Raven, I believe is your name”. The rogue man smiled bitterly through his teeth. I scoffed with an amused grin. “Little? If you dare to touch me or my friends, you’ll find out just how wrong you are for calling me little”. “Our master said you’d be arrogant! Talking too highly of your wolf when you are neither large or strong”. He sniped in return.

he asked, fear visible on his face. “Ever wonder what it felt like to remain conscious and feel your internal organs melting?” I smiled, moving the magic flames from one hand to the other. “It is a very excruciating feeling. Trust me you don’t want to feel that so tell me what you know and I’ll be on my way.” “She’s no troll,” he hissed. “Not really. Raven’s a witch. A very old, very hungry one. Been around longer than anyone remembers. Even my father knew her before my birth.”