Ravenclaw Pictures Novels & Stories

"Wait. Let me check for traps." "No," Raven said softly. Her eyes were fixed on the box. "It’s for me. I can feel it. It’s... it’s calling my name." She picked up the box. It wasn't locked. She lifted the lid, and a scent filled the room—trees, old leather, and a spice I couldn't name. Inside was a stack of letters and a small, crystalline vial filled with a shimmering silver liquid. But it was the photograph on top that made Raven’s knees give out.

But the blood of the Hollow Bones did not vanish. It hid. It waited. And over the centuries, it bled into the corners of Raven’s Peak—quiet, bitter, forgotten. Until now. --- **PRESENT DAY – MR. LARK’S PRIVATE STUDY** Mr. Lark stood in front of an old oil painting. The brushstrokes were dark, moody. It showed a woman in black with pale eyes and a bone charm around her neck. Liora St. Clair. He ran his fingers along the edge of the frame, stopping at a small carved emblem hidden in the wood: a tree with no leaves. A crow at its base.

But no one paid attention, well, no one on Ravenclaw, since by now, the naked women were dancing sexily as they smeared Pete's blood on one another, bathing in his blood like it was normal and everyone was giggling to this. It was at this moment I knew and agreed upon what had been on my mind for a while, which was, Ravenclaw was a sick pack.

There, barely visible in the blue light, stood a figure dressed in a dark cloak. Motionless. Watching. Marcus immediately raised his pistol. “Show yourself.” The figure didn’t move. Instead, a familiar voice echoed through the chamber. “You’ve come farther than I expected.” Claire’s expression hardened. “The Raven.” The cloaked figure inclined his head. “You’ve been chasing the wrong journal.” Amelia frowned. “You stole Nathaniel Ashcroft’s confession.” “I borrowed it.” “Why?” The Raven took one slow step into the light. His face remained hidden beneath a smooth black mask shaped like the head of a raven.

She; astride her bike, leather jacket catching the wind, laughing mid-drink at the bar, glaring in defiance during a Circle meeting, asleep on a bench after a long ride, unaware of the lens capturing her vulnerability. Interspersed among them were relics; tokens pulled from her orbit. A glove with the fingers torn out, broken chain from her first ride, scarf, still faintly smelling of her and a piece of metal she’d bent during a fight. All displayed with reverence, obsession. And at the center of it all, like a shrine, hung the largest photograph of her. Raven Blackthorne. Eyes sharp as lightning, mouth caught in a half-snarl, half-smile.

I want to scream yes but instead,I shake my head and usher her inside. “ I won't take much of your time. I just want to show you something.” Raven declares then pulls something from her pockets. She hands me the thing and I realize they are pictures of Hera. “ Where did you get these?” I ask. “ At that bastard's house. He has a lot of pictures of her.” Raven Informs me and I frown. Carlos has many pictures of Hera? Why would he? Did he find the connection between the two of us? “ What do you think?” Raven asks and I shrug.

Holden mumbled, resuming his smoking. Raven stopped on her track on walking past a room whose door was slightly open. Stepping back, she slowly fully opened the door before stepping in. The room turned out to be study room because different books can be seen arranged in shelves and their was a study table with a lamp stand on it and books littered on the table. On the walls were pictures of definitely unknown people. Raven's eyes widened when it caught something on the table. The one pendant she has been looking for. It was right before her, pleading and begging her to grab it.

Or it's too holy a day for clubbing? -Me: As if you know the meaning of the word holy, lol. -Tessy: Yes I do, our dearest Stephene Turner, she's holy. -Me: Leave Steph be she prays for all of us. -Tessy: lol You coming or not? -Me: yeah yeah, come pick me up when y'all are ready to go -Tessy: Yo bring your new flatmate -Me: Shit he seems like a prick, though he's cute

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 22nd, 1992, 11:05 PM Erik shakes his head with a smile while he enters Ravenclaw's Common Room. The group quickly follows him in. The room is comfortably decorated with furniture of blue and bronze colors. At least comfortable for a library setup. Round desks for group studies are everywhere, with some sofas and a lot of armchairs in circular configurations. The main aspect of the Common Room could be pointed to the house's Common Library. The walls of Ravenclaw's Common Room were embedded with 2 meters bookshelves.

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