Ravenclaw Personality Traits Novels & Stories

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.

Arrogant, Stubborn, Impulsive, Indecisive, Feisty; Creative, Intelligent, Impatient, Short-tempered, Passion, Courage, Pride. My fingers had stopped to deliberate deeper into my personality traits. I frowned at the list, feeling slightly unimpressed. It should be longer than a toilet paper roll. I am an Empress and now half Luna. I should have all the best qualities available in the universe. I had rummaged through every corner of my brain to produce more. My brain has reached its limits. Any suggestions, Ella? I asked the drowsing serpent. She grunts flaps her tail and dozes off without so much as a word.

“A washrag, Yer Highness.” I glowered at him. “It’s not that funny.” “Ye’re that funny.” He sobered a bit. “Charming and amusing.” “I’m far from charming!” I grumbled, eyeing him sideways. “Which is exactly why I find you so much so.” What? Did that even make sense? I thought a moment. I suppose it does. *** “So, tell me, My Raven, how you got to be so fierce?” I chewed my cheek. “I don’t really know. I’ve never thought about it. I never fit in well with the other village girls...Or my sisters.”

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.

“And why would I do that?” “Because I am the most suitable candidate for the throne.” “That’s your opinion.” “It’s a fact.” She let out a small, incredulous laugh. “Convince me.” Zevrian’s gaze sharpened slightly. “Draven sees everything as a competition. He is driven by jealousy and the need to prove himself. That makes him unstable.” Elowen didn’t argue. “Sorrian,” he continued, “is unreliable. Indulgent. He lacks discipline and is easily distracted by his own impulses. He is a man whore.”

That’s the very reason he’s been losing to him, he’s not stronger than him and not wiser than Asher too. One thing Raven thinks he might have and not using it probably is been corny. Asher could be corny too but no good man and heart beats the heart of a freaked ruthless one who wants nothing but power. Raven enter her room and rush to the bathroom, if he could hers then she’s ready to fight everything with him. Just to have the throne. T.B.C

"What the hell, Achilleus, we're 14 and in our third year of college, while Hyacinthie was still in primary school. Don't be a pedophile!" He chuckled. He nearly struck his twin because of his useless words. God! Me, a pedophile? What the f*ck is that? He only sees Hyacinthe as their little sister, and he’s not a pedophile. They excel due to their highly developed brains, which explains why they are college-level students. Their mother doesn't agree that they should study abroad, despite the fact that their brains are exceptional. He is now pursuing an engineering degree with Caddam. "Are you an idiot? Hyacinthie is a good friend of ours; I just feel bad for her because her twin brother is a

but Isabella's self-critical overall performance earlier than that of the teachers had completely desolated Raven's heart. Even the precious relaxation time, due to incessant thinking through Isabella bearing on to high school law and policies, left him neither peace nor relaxation. Not most effective a switch scholar, but conjointly an entire appealing beauty, she becomes elegant every the ladies and additionally the boys. but Isabella completely disregarded everyone else, completely speech Raven, so creating a risky charisma among a number of the male scholar population. Finally, the wreck arrived, however... she nevertheless observed over. "I say... can not you be a hint extra Mainerciful

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 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."