Ravenclaw Quotes 소설 & 이야기

“You’re talking about our mate like she’s a failed trade.” “She is a means to an end,” I snapped. “You’re the one letting emotions cloud your thinking.” “Emotions,” Raven echoed. “You’re the one still acting like you’re fighting ghosts.” Declan turned to him. “Watch your mouth.” “No,” Raven said, stepping forward. “Someone has to say it.” I squared my shoulders. “Say what.” “That you learned nothing,” Raven replied. “Not from Hera. Not from the fallout. Not from what we lost.”

“You are a magic user.” “Magic!” Fear surged through me immediately. In the Ravenclaw pack, the only thing worse than an Omega was a magic user. Without thinking, I grabbed him by the arm. “Run, now!” “Run!”

“ AND DO NOT FORGET—“ Raven cut the voice off. “Time is ticking.” **^^^**** Raven is unpredictable. You never know, she might find this vile person the next day. Don’t forget to comment darlings. Kindly ignore my typos. Thanks for reading.

Raven said. Her voice was not loud, but it carried. All three looked at her. “For years you have ruled your people,” she continued. “And yet you argue like boys fighting over territory.” Dante almost smiled despite himself. Kael folded his arms. “You speak boldly for someone who caused that.” He nodded toward the cracked floor. Raven followed his gaze. “I did not cause it. The magic answered.” Zephyr tilted his head. “Answered what.” “My anger.”

Blood against blood. Raven hissed, “You’ll never unite them. They only follow because they hope you’re strong enough. But I know you’re not.” Ava gritted her teeth. “I don’t need to be perfect.” “I just need to be better than what we were made into.” —THE STANDSTILL Just as Raven raised her blade for a final blow—Selene’s spell shattered the stage. Wolves roared in panic. Smoke choked the sky. When it cleared—Raven was gone.

"Funny how the ones who can't keep up simply vanish. Like the academy clears its own dead weight." The table went quiet. Lyra's fork stopped moving. "Drop it," Cassian said again. His voice had dropped a register. "I'm only observing." Raven's smile turned brittle at the edges, the warmth in it going thin. "It should comfort the weaker students, really. Knowing that struggling isn't permanent." Her eyes slid to me for just a fraction of a second. "One way or another." "Raven." Cassian set his fork down. Just that. Her name, and the sound of metal on a tray.

“He talks?!” “’Course I talk,” the raven – Corvus, if memory served me right - snapped, his beak clattering as he spoke. He tilted his head, his glossy feathers catching the starlight, and I swear he was laughing. “All servants of Dikaios talk when we’re in his realm.”

She stared at me for a long moment before saying, “Just don’t let him turn you into something you’re not. Promise me that, at least. Promise me that when the moment comes, you’ll still be Raven—the one who thinks with her heart, not just her sword.” I let out a slow breath and nodded. “I promise.” "I’m telling you, Raven," Rowena said, her voice hushed but firm as we sat beneath the old willow tree just behind the pack’s perimeter, "soon, all of this… all the lies, all the truths—they’ll come to light. We’ll finally know who’s evil and who’s not."

“You damn b*stard! Do you think you’re impressive just because you can beat a few people at once?” “Let me tell you something!” “The waters here run deep!” “In Golden Sands…” “You have no choice…” “But to kneel!” “Besides, you’re just an ignorant young man! What right do you have to show off here?” “I’ll do it myself!” “You smashed my head with a wine bottle!” “I’ll break all ten of your fingers myself!” Raven took a drag of her cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. “Trust me! I’ll make you feel real good!”

I force myself to say, my voice unnaturally calm. "Whatever," Shantel huffs indignantly, waving a dismissive hand at me. "Don’t pretend to be nice because I know evilness runs in your blood. Who knows when you will start killing us all with your powers? Believe me, once the rogue king comes back, the high-ranking wolves will persuade him to kick you out. You’re bad news, bad wolf." "Don't listen to her, Clara," Ravenanna hurriedly turns to me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "She’s just babbling nonsense,” she adds, her words comforting, but I could sense the barely contained irritation as she throws a glare at Shantel.