Ravenclaw Quotes 소설 & 이야기

"Raeann, there is going to be a war, people will die and some of them may be ones that you love. The Academy has pledged allegiance to the Howling Warriors, so have the Ravenclaw coven. Soon enough, blood will flow." His reptilian eyes searched for her emotions, and he asked her. "Would you like to know what Quinley gave me earlier?"As Raeann nodded slowly, the warlock prince put his hand in his jeans pocket and pulled out a small vial. Its contents shimmered within the confines and he smiled tenderly as he answered.

Tristan warned, his senses on high alert. Their footsteps echoed through the corridors, a symphony of determination. In the heart of the stronghold, a figure waited— Ravenswood, Archon Xantos’ sorcerer. Before the warriors understood what was happening, Ravenswood threw magical potions in the air, their darkness spreading fast among the warriors. "Victory is mine," Ravenswood declared, his voice dripping with malice like venom from a snake's fangs. The sound echoed through the stronghold's cold stone corridors, mingling with the stench of sweat, blood, and despair.

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.

with his head bowed low Diego said, his whole body was filled with endless injuries, and there was no sign of it healing, obviously caused by the poisoned chains. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Those who failed and betrayed the pack are the ones who should be sorry,” I said softly. “You’re all warriors who fought till the end, so never bow your heads low.” They lifted their chins, and I met their eyes with determination, hoping to instill some strength and courage in them. “Enough of the bravado talk already, and let’s get down to business!” Rebecca shouted, her hands clenched into fists, her voice tinged with urgency and frustration.

"Yeah. Twice." I waited for more, but he didn't provide. His voice had clipped on at the end. A wall. I didn't push. Then he said to me, "Beware ravens." I looked at him, furrowed brows. "Ravens?" "Witches employ them as spies," he said to me, his voice lower. "If you come across one… don't speak. Don't role-play it. Just wait. Understand?" I nodded. "Remember.". Without delay, I returned to the tent and grabbed a bit of cloth, soap herbs, and a water flask.

I clung to that memory like a dying ember. But Raven wanted to snuff even that out. He stepped back and looked down at me as though inspecting his work. My bruises. My bleeding lip. The tears streaking my dirty cheeks. His satisfaction made my skin crawl. “You’re cursed,” he said simply. “That’s why it always ends like this for you. No matter how high you climb, you fall harder than anyone else.” His words were meant to brand me. I felt them carving into my soul like claws. “Your life will always be painful.”

I took a step toward the balcony, my breath catching in my throat as I approached the bird. "Who's there?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. To my surprise, the raven tilted its head and spoke. "The void never forgets its children." The words echoed in the room, reverberating in my bones. I froze, my blood running cold as the raven’s gaze locked onto mine. It wasn’t just a bird. It was something more—something ancient, something powerful. Lucien, too, had risen from the bed, his eyes wide with confusion and unease. He stepped closer to me, his hand brushing mine in a rare moment of solidarity.

"One who rules through fear and magic, or one who inspires loyalty through justice and wisdom." As we moved toward the stairs, Lord Ravenclaw called out one final time. "Remember my words, Princess. Power corrupts everything it touches. Even the most noble hearts eventually fall to its temptation." His voice followed us up the stone steps. "When that day comes, you will understand why I did what I did. And you will thank me for showing you the truth about your precious princes." His laughter echoed in the darkness behind us as we fled toward an uncertain dawn. I tried to ignore his words, but they had already taken root in my mind like poison seeds.

"Raven's Peak will burn, and with it, your soul. "You are no match for my power." Zarek's mind burned with hatred and revenge. ******************************************************

Blackwood’s voice shakes. “Da nobis per alba lupus aut mors omnibus,” Raven repeats while stepping forward, every drop of colour vanishing from her youthful face while she raises a trembling hand to her mouth, “-it’s Latin, it translates to “give us the white wolf or death for all,” she gulps as the crowd erupts into worried cries.