Ravenclaw Riddles Novels & Stories

“The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.” All of them mulled over Eva’s words for a few moments before Doreth chipped in her thoughts. “Let’s add a little Drogar flair to your Ravens,” she said. “We’ve got a similar bird - Ventrii Stalkers. They’re these hunter/fishers that’re smaller and less aggressive than Avicii Raptors, but definitely smarter and way more agile.” “Oh, good pick,” added Severas. “Most birds on the planet are in constant conflict with each other. The war co

Raven narrowed his eyes, his gaze so cold the room seemed to drop several degrees. “Fools,” he muttered, voice heavy with restrained fury. “Even now, you can’t see the truth? Ivyshade is a pack of wolves who survived in the Deadly Forest. They’ve studied herbs and toxins to survive. They don’t use magic, and there’s no such thing as the ‘curses’ you fear. What you call darkness is merely your own ignorance in the face of the unknown.” An elder shifted, seemingly about to speak, but Raven silenced him with a raised hand.

From what? This latest riddle complicated the situation more instead of simplifying it. I couldn’t help but ask again. “Why was I protected? Who wants to harm me, Raven? I don’t have enemies.” Raven closed her eyes for a while, and when she opened them, they were burning golden. “Power hungry people are everywhere, Harley. They’ll be jealous of your power and harm you.” She talked about some imaginary rivals, making me wonder why I even shifted if it was so risky. My life was already a grave mess without this lycan trouble.

Adrastus and April will change your view of the entire dragon realm. Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy.

It was as though the air in the cave was escaping. “One last riddle remains. Answer it, and you may pass. Fail, and you will never leave.” The words felt like a physical weight pressing on their shoulders. The chamber grew colder, and shadows stretched unnaturally across the walls. Then the final riddle appeared, more intricate than the others: **"I can be cracked, I can be made, I can be told, and I can be played. What am I?"**

•• Seleste’s POV ••• The iron gates of the Alpha Academy, the famous Ravenwood Academy loomed ahead, towering over me like steel sentinels. Everyone around me looked at me. Everyone was curious about who I was, but they all knew that a new student would be enrolled here today. It seemed to me that they were already expecting me.

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.

Cassandra, gathering her strength, yelled over the powerful melody, "We've faced your trial, Raven! Release him!" The raven lowered its head, locking eyes with her. "Your bravery and intellect have been tested. But the trial isn't over. To free your friend, answer this riddle: 'I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost every person. What am I?'" Cassandra thought for a moment, then whispered, "A pencil lead." The raven let out a triumphant caw, and the enchantment broke. Darius dazed, returned to their side.

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

Ivan added his words to Dev, “Did you ever know all these types of a strategy of battles, birdy?” Igikran replied in a crowish tone with anger, “I am not birdy; I am Igikran…the Mighty King of Raven Wizard Clan”. Dev replied with a curious smile by interrupting the self-appraisal of Igikran, “The roasted ravens always a good combination of taste with a glass of wine from the Frozen Crescent.” The offended and raged Igikran started to attack with his maximum force fiercely. *****