Ravenclaw Riddles Novels & Stories

The group quickly walked through the corridors in silence, and climbed down the stairs to the fifth floor, where the entrance to Ravenclaw's Tower was located. Arriving in front of the eagle shaped bronze knocker, Erik waited for the group and said. "Eagle, please grant us access to the tower." "Of course I will, Lord Ravenclaw, but you know the rules. "Sigh… Ask away." "What hangs down by the thigh of a man, under his cloak, yet is stiff and hard? When the man pulls up his robe, he puts the head of this hanging thing into that familiar hole of matching length which he has filled many times before."

It seem it only divide once you get the right answer. "Correct." She said. "Only one color, but not one size, Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain, Doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What is it?" Jorkallun snorted out a little. "It's a Shadow." And smile when the Sea opened the more. "How do you manage to get the answers?" "Am a dragon and Dragons are the wisest creatures. Have you no more riddle again?"

~Eira “We were told about you,” I said, squinting into the shadows. “A troll said you could get us gigs—fights we could earn from. Said you ran things.” The Raven stood in the half-light of the glade, her silhouette more shadow than flesh. She didn’t speak immediately. Instead, she tilted her head, like a crow trying to see from another angle. Then she laughed. “Are you the ones wrestling?” she asked, voice silk-wrapped steel. “Or is there a troll galloping in behind you?”

~Dawn The riddle made no sense as I read it in my mind. Untouchable as unseen, a ghost of something you'll never be. See him once, never twice, and witness something as cold as ice. Trust someone just as bad, you don't want to make him mad. "Is this a warning?" I question. I couldn't see any other explanation for this strange riddle which I had no answer to. Kaden stays silent for awhile longer before he spoke again, letting me process what was on the note. "I want your answer by midnight. Someone will come for it. If you fail to answer the riddle, they will die. If you answer it correctly, they live."

“So, just wearing these makes it impossible for them to find me? No one will pull me into the Dream Realm. Or track me? Is that right? Are you sure?” Raven asked. She stared at the heavy necklace that now hung around her neck. It looked like a cheap piece of costume jewelry and nothing special at all. Tarnished silver.

Raven had quite the IQ for a 19 years old and she knew more than what people of her age should know. It was her first day in school in Parsey town and she was the only one that seemed interested with the ongoing philosophy lecturer. While others murmured " when the fuck is he going to stop talking and leave the class already" " the time for the class has almost elapsed and so I will soon take my leave, does anyone have any questions? The lecturer asked . Everyone in the class but one person echoed " we have no questions sir". Raven had her hands held up in the sky "over here Sir, I have a question to ask" she said. One of the students from the behind said " well the new girl is also a dweeb"

He smirked before removing a ring from his pocket. "Do you recognise this ring, Princess?" he asked. Valerie gasped with shock. She remembered the ring. It's the black opal ring which is similar to the pendant she is wearing. Raphael wears it. She never saw him removing that ring. It is the symbol of a Raven clan royal. Irina and Cadmus also has similar kind of rings. Each ring has the name of the person engraved on the underside of the ring. She snatched the ring and looked at the underside of the ring for the name.

Marinetta's scroll read: "I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have nobody, but I come alive with the wind. What am I?" She pondered the riddle, her mind racing. After a moment, she smiled. "An echo," she whispered, and the scroll glowed brightly, the words rearranging to form a key. Harley's scroll presented a different challenge: "I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?" He furrowed his brow, thinking deeply. "A joke," he said confidently, and the scroll responded in kind, forming another key. Seraphina's scroll was the most complex: "I am not alive, but I grow. I do not have lungs, but I need air. I do not have a mouth, but water kills me. What am I?"

I mumbled, snapping my fingers, instantly my room was lit up by red burning candles and I flipped through the pages of my grimoire to find a location spell and there it was. "Let's see now, my little niece. Where could you be?" I could hear Scylla hiss in excitement, as she slithered towards me. She knew how long I had to wait but no more waiting. She had been able to hide from me and evade the clutches of the red circle coven but not any more, not this time. Time was already wearing thin and I needed to have her at all cost. I opened a cage, taking out a black raven. It cawed, fluttering his wings, making me squeeze on its neck even tighter.

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.