Ravenclaw Personality Novels & Stories

He would have killed that girl then and there, but he need the name of the poison which she used on that sword to paralyze Irina. The Raven Prince is the most powerful and feared among all the dragon clans. No one has the potential to stop him or go against him. He is just twenty-five, but dragons who are more experienced than him are all scared of him. No one can win over him. His word is a law and no one would dare to go against it. But for the first time, a slave is living even after being at the receiving end of his wrath. "Did you find anything about who she is and where she came from?" Cadmus asked the chief commander of his army.

She proceeds to talk. "Attention all students, the library will close in five minutes. Please grab all of your material and exit the library. Don't bother in borrowing any books, they will all be recalled back to the library. The motive for early closing is renovation. I repeat." Madam Pince repeats the message two more times, and the students start to leave the library while talking rushedly with each other, some stopping to ask more about the early closing. One of them being a bush brown haired female student from Gryffindor, that looked like she would start a revolution because the library was closing early and her borrowed books would be 'called back, but the student seemed to relent whe

Saw Isolde's small, triumphant smile. "—Isolde Ravenclaw." The world stopped.

Cai Kang doubtfully said. According to what Cai Kang heard about him, he is a narcissist as in he suffers from it partially due to his rich family history, upbringing, and wealth. But despite his gloating and flowery speech, he is the prefecture’s best high school kendo player and lived up to the name “Thunder” or “the Crowing Raven” though it was mostly due to his mouth rather than his skill and is one of the few people the students cannot easily go up against. He never learns anything as a result.

And with that, she turned and left, her robe sweeping across the floor as the door shut softly behind her. I sat there for a long time, staring at the closed door. Raven always had a way of speaking in riddles. She never gave full answers, only hints. But I trusted her. She had never led me wrong before. I leaned back again, letting my thoughts sink in. A hybrid. Half-witch. Half-wolf. It explained a lot, the strange energy that surrounded her, the spark in her eyes even when she was weak, the pull that Alvin felt so strongly.

“Don’t waste your breath, beautiful. You can’t learn us to be civilized. We’re wolves.” He pulled his finger away, and I said, “Raven is a wolf, too. She’s not a slob.” “Raven is a rarity, an enigma. Sort of like you. You wanna come into the house to chat, or did you want to stand around out here?”

Ivan added his words to Dev, “Did you ever know all these types of a strategy of battles, birdy?” Igikran replied in a crowish tone with anger, “I am not birdy; I am Igikran…the Mighty King of Raven Wizard Clan”. Dev replied with a curious smile by interrupting the self-appraisal of Igikran, “The roasted ravens always a good combination of taste with a glass of wine from the Frozen Crescent.” The offended and raged Igikran started to attack with his maximum force fiercely. *****