Ravenclaw Values Novels & Stories

he muttered with a hint of anger. Irina sighed heavily. Valerie doesn't want him to upset Irina who just recovered from her illness. "Raphael, What he did is wrong. I agree. But you are the royal heir. The next king of the Raven kingdom. The other Dragon clans think that we Ravens lack emotions. If we fight with each other in front of everyone, then it will be a disgrace to our clan. You should always keep that in mind" she reminded him. Raphael fisted his palms.

he said with his eyes blazing gold this time around. He knew what he did to attain this position but his new people, the wolves he now ruled would have stoned him right here if they knew. Yes! He worked for Raven, doing all her spying just to be the ruler which had been his goal and now that he had gotten it he was happy. Raven was not after the death of the wolves and whatever creatures but after Tartal alone, he and his family. He walked away with his men following him, they would be meeting with the rest of the pack at the 'Elite Cavern'

Marcus asked sharply. Raven ignored him. “I will choose none,” she said. “And all.” Zephyr’s gaze sharpened. Kael’s voice dropped. “Speak clearly.” “A tri-alliance,” she said. “Bound by blood, magic, and vow. Not ruled by one crown. Shared sovereignty. Three thrones. One pact.” Murmurs filled the hall. “That has never worked,” an elder said. “It has never been tried honestly,” Raven replied. Kael stepped closer. “You ask wolves to stand equal with vampires.”

Raven herself appears in the main demonstration hall, surrounded by shadow magic and radiating menace. "This academy is perversion," Raven announces, her voice magically amplified. "Teaching weakness, celebrating aberration, normalizing gifts that should be suppressed. I'm here to purge this corruption." She attacks the nearest students—young wolves who've been training for weeks, learning to control gifts they thought made them broken. Hope throws herself between Raven and the students, her own consciousness merging, shields snapping into place reflexively. "You want to purge corruption? Start with yourself," Hope snarls. "You torture children and call it strength. You murder refugees and c

With that, Erik and Joan go to the staff table. "Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemans, where are the castle's Masters for charms, runes and arithmancy, please?" Erik greets the staff and asks them. With that, three people stand up after cleaning themselves with napkins. "That would be us, Lord Ravenclaw. I'm Fillius Flitwick, Master of the castle for charms, and Head of Ravenclaw house." Answer the diminutive charm's Master, introducing himself in the sequence with a small curtsey.

Raven squeezed her hand. "You'll love one soon. Wolves have admirable traits that you might appreciate," Raven said as he gently stroked Brienne's hair. "Like?" Brienne asked. "They're loyal, and they had a strong family bond. They are intelligent and strong. Above all, they are resilient," Raven said. "Hmmm," Brienne said. "Darling...what if I told you I'm different?" Raven said. "What different are we talking about?" Brienne asked and looked at him. Rave saw the innocence in her eyes, and it felt like someone was squeezing his heart.

"You've been chosen because you're special. Because you're different. Because the traditional magical institutions couldn't or wouldn't accommodate your unique needs." I slouched in my seat. My wrist throbbed. The rejection mark was hidden under a leather cuff, but I felt it constantly. "Here, you'll learn control and discipline. You’ll also learn how to manage the conflicting magics within you." Kaelith's eyes swept the room. For a second, I swear she looked right at me. "You'll also learn our most important rule…coexistence. Many of you come from prejudice. From pain. From situations that made you dangerous to yourselves and others. At Ravenbane, you leave that behind. You start fresh."

In the distance, the university was still in a state of chaos, but the professors and students seemed to be getting the situation under control. However, inside her, the storm was just beginning. Who is Ilyana really? Why does she want me? And... am I really part of all this? Raven looked down at the pendant in her hand. A faint blue lustre still covered its surface, as if responding to her anxiety. Professor Valtorius touched her shoulder gently. "Raven." She turned her head, her eyes full of confusion. "What just happened? Who is Ilyana?" Professor Valtorius let out a long breath, his expression burdened. "Ilyana is one of the dark witches of the Ordo Maledictum-a group with ambitions to c

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

But no one paid attention, well, no one on Ravenclaw, since by now, the naked women were dancing sexily as they smeared Pete's blood on one another, bathing in his blood like it was normal and everyone was giggling to this. It was at this moment I knew and agreed upon what had been on my mind for a while, which was, Ravenclaw was a sick pack.