Ravenclaw Pictures Novels & Stories

Physical appearances always comes from genes. It is no wonder why Celia is so pretty born with blond hair and baby blue eyes. She looks exactly like an angel which matches her kind personality so well. Imagine if a person from the beta bloodline can be as beautiful as her, how much more if you are born an Alpha. While all the girls in the campus are in love with Lorcan, Raven doesn’t feel the same way to him. Lorcan is her best friend’s boyfriend. How could she have a crush on him?

Let me see your finger," Raven said. I showed Raven my finger, and she quickly pricked my finger with a needle. "What are you doing?" My mom asked "I am casting a spell to find Claire's location. Since Gwen is Claire's Mate and they have finished the Mating Process, I should be able to track her with Gwen's blood," Raven said Raven took a bowl from her bag and put the same green liquid inside. Then, she put the needle she pricked my finger with into the bowl. It started to boil and turn a bright yellow. Then, she took something that looked like a compass and put it in the liquid. After a few minutes, she took the compass out.

Tormund was back at the pack house acting like a lovesick pup for a woman he had literally thrown away, and every time I thought about the way he compared me to Kyla, I wanted to scream until my lungs gave out. ‘Focus, Vivica,’ Raven hissed in the back of my mind. ‘The witch doesn't like to be kept waiting, and we need that potion before the sun goes down.’ I pushed through a thicket of thorns and finally saw the small, crooked shack tucked away in the shadows of a weeping willow. This was where Clarence stayed when she wasn't traveling. She was a dark witch who didn't care about pack laws or morality as long as she was paid in gold or blood.

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

He wants to ship me off to this bloody academy so he would continue being Alpha while I'm learning what exactly? This felt like exile disguised as honor. A way to get me out of his hair while he consolidated power. The thought made my blood boil. Bullshit, just bullshit. My eyes hardened with anger. Then I heard Riven continue, "The following names are chosen to come study at the Academy." He started listing names from each pack starting from Firstfell and I saw him call Tyrion's buddy from earlier and then finally he got to Grimwell. "Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton

Raven looked around the room—at the fear in the eyes of warriors and Alphas who had faced a thousand battles but didn’t know how to fight what was coming. “We prepare,” she said. And she meant it. That afternoon, she returned to the Archives with Kade and Maya. The carved doors groaned as they opened, revealing the still-glowing murals on the walls. This time, Raven didn’t hesitate. She walked to the third mural—the one partially hidden in shadow. The Forgotten Queen. She stared at the image: a woman with silver hair, blood on her hands, and eyes that burned with moonlight. Around her neck was the same crescent mark Raven bore.

Other students began filing in shortly after that. The room filled slowly. Mages mostly, with a few fae and demons mixed in. And the whispers started again. “…that’s her.” “The Raven girl.” “I heard her coven kicked her out.” “Because she has no magic.” Someone snorted. “Then why is she even in Advanced Potions?” “Because it’s the only thing she can do.” I kept my eyes on the grimoire. Let them talk. Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats.

I say, “we start with the beginning. The Warren bloodline. The Hallow. And why you were hidden.” The barn smells like dust, old wood, and the faintest trace of sage from rituals long past. Raven stands in the center of the room, arms wrapped around herself, eyes scanning every corner like she’s trying to memorize it all at once. She looks so much like Delaney in this moment it hurts. I clear my throat and walk to the old cabinet against the wall. The hinges creak as I open it, revealing a stack of worn books, a few relics wrapped in cloth, and an old leather‑bound photo album. Raven’s eyes follow my hands. “What’s that?”

It was me, exhausted and slumped on the ground after fighting off the Blackwood clan's attack. Liam had taken that photo, saying he wanted to capture my "moment of courage." Now, it was the background for Chloe's bragging. The second screenshot: [My little cutie finally accepts me as his master~] In the photo, the black raven was perched on Chloe's shoulder. The same raven that had been fed with a drop of Liam's heart's blood. The same raven he said would "only ever recognize you as its master." Now it was resting obediently on another woman's shoulder.

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.