Ravenclaw Traits Novels & Stories

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.

I end up crossing my arms. Lennox tilts his head, eyeing me up and down. "Blanca wanted me to. She didn't think I belonged in Gryffindor." Apparently, this time he got Ravenclaw. My mom freaked out, and now she's ordering him some Ravenclaw scarves to complement the Gryffindor paraphernalia she bought him years ago. I nod. "Cool." I unbutton one of the buttons on my collar, my bowtie already undone.

Raven has knowledges about Gypsys, as he use to get pleasure from torturing and breaking them before he would make them his mistress. The last time I asked, he has a whole room filled with books that wrote on many ways of punishing Gypsys and Witches. He is literally an opposite of Cornelius, who loves to torture and break Werewolves, as they are a better challenge for him than humans would be, and in the sense that, Cornelius prefers to keep Gypsys by his side to help out on spiritual complications. With that said, I could use Raven's knowledge and Cornelius's experience to know what has happened. Anyway, until then. I nod my head. "Well, it all makes sense, as sooner than later, they would

“Enough!” Every eye turned to the high platform. The Elder’s gaze cut like steel. His voice thundered like a storm. “Clara—you’ve hidden long enough. But you cannot deceive me. Your blood is not Sinclair’s. You belong to Ravenclaw!”

These small gestures spoke volumes of her reservations. Raven wasn't just another individual lost in the vast sea of faces. She was an enigma, radiating intelligence and discernment in equal measure. Her words were not mere sentences, but a symphony of thoughts, each chosen with precision. The grace with which she moved was juxtaposed with an unmistakable inner strength. Both twins recognized that penetrating the fortress around her heart was no small task. It wasn't just about chivalry or assistance; it was about consistently demonstrating genuine care, understanding her nuances, and respecting her boundaries.

Plus, he is on the path of becoming a healer and has set some moral and ethical boundaries around his practice, so he shouldn’t be a threat to you. Still, you should know his weakness. Raven feels emotions in their extremely raw forms. Not just his own, but others’ as well. But he lacks a healthy emotional coping mechanism which makes him practice forced apathy. To weaken him, challenge his apathy, force him to confront his emotions. It will destabilize him. His strong triggers are his father’s abandonment, inferiority complex towards Asher, and a broken toy he obsessively tries to fix when he’s alone. The toy must have some significance.

But Raven was different. “Unlike Rachael, Raven is a fighter. Everyone knows her name. She may not act like a normal woman, but she carries herself like no other woman in this house. She’s a warrior and still a woman.” Mother’s eyes hardened. “That is exactly why she will never bow to you!”

I sighed. “Well, well. Look at you. Good for you, baby girl. Now you said identical. So the other two are just as handsome as the one that took you out tonight.” she whistled. I blushed, rolling my eyes. “Yes, they are all very handsome. But they have different personalities. Darius is more brooding and serious. Elijah is gentle and sweet. And Forrest. He’s the wild one. He says whatever pops into his head without care how people could take it.” I sighed.

But with the newfound freedom came the weight of uncertainty. She had chosen this path, this road to Ravenclaw, for reasons she hadn’t fully understood until now. She wasn’t running away from anything, but rather toward something — a piece of herself, a fragment of the past that could shape her future. The Ravenclaw Pack wasn’t just an old alliance, it was a part of her bloodline. It was something she had never fully embraced, but now she had no choice. To move forward, she had to confront the past.

“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!”