Riddles Ravenclaw Novels & Stories

Gone was the comfy living room Raeann thought she was sitting in, and instead the gobsmacked werewolf was sitting on the back of a Cerberus, its three heads peering at her with a half-grin on its face. "What kind of fuckery is this!” Raeann screamed, leaping off the back of the huge animal, and staring wildly around. Her grandparent's living room used to be the size of an average country lounge...not anymore. Raeann was standing in the middle of a large study hall, each wall lined with books, and a tall ladder reached the ceiling on every side, used for access to the higher volumes as students scrambled up to reach whatever it was they were looking for. There were creatures wandering around

It was her first time speaking that much in class, and now every pair of eyes was on her. The lecturer hesitated, then cleared his throat. “Alright. For your assignment, write extensively on the significance of the ravens.” He smiled faintly. “Meanwhile, you can visit the school museum. There’s a portrait of Queen Elara- the one Monk Alphonso drew. It’s said her beauty was beyond words.” He picked up his notes and paused just before leaving. “Legend says, in the eyes of the Queen, only can the Raven King be restored.” Liana’s head tilted. “In the eyes of the Queen…” she repeated under her breath.

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"

It dances while sipping its tea, bows as it sees her presence, and the voice once more asks. “You got the riddle, answer the question. He who is seeking, he that will be known, in this tea time, who is he?” Closing her eyes firmly for a moment as she took a deep breath in, looking up once more, she smiles as she whispers. “The March Hare.”

Raven questions as my head tilts in shock, knowing that she and Liliana are both Lycan. I also know that if Liliana manifested magic differently than Raven she must be a Lycan Healer like her grandmother. “Alpha Osric, you’re very brave wandering all the way out here alone. I see you’ve made your first kill,” I mention watching her slowly move closer dragging her bunny with her. “Want some? I caught a bunny,” Raven sounds proud as she drops the bunny next to me and gets comfortable sharing her prey with me. “What do you mean something else happened to Liliana?” I question while sniffing her fur finding myself becoming more relaxed in her presence.

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."

What was Zara’s connection to all of this? “Why did you bring this to me Kaid? You could have gone to any other Alpha to help you. I'm sure you're aware that Ravenclaw is involved in a project of theirs.” I said and took a sip of whiskey from my glass He shifted uncomfortably in his seat before his composure returned. “As you're aware of, packs can't be trusted especially when an amount this much is involved. There are lots of instances of double-crossing and even death. Ravenclaw has never been involved in such an issue. I haven't had the chance to work with you but from investigations I have made, you seem like the best bet there is.” He answered.

Let me see your finger," Raven said. I showed Raven my finger, and she quickly pricked my finger with a needle. "What are you doing?" My mom asked "I am casting a spell to find Claire's location. Since Gwen is Claire's Mate and they have finished the Mating Process, I should be able to track her with Gwen's blood," Raven said Raven took a bowl from her bag and put the same green liquid inside. Then, she put the needle she pricked my finger with into the bowl. It started to boil and turn a bright yellow. Then, she took something that looked like a compass and put it in the liquid. After a few minutes, she took the compass out.

Always longer. I scream as the crack echoes, pain ripping through me when I force my nose back into place. My eyes fall on the black box from yesterday—the cause of all this. Inside rests a necklace: a thin golden chain, a raven in flight, clutching a dangling purple gem shaped like a tear. Raphael’s gift. I want to be angry, but I’m not. It’s beautiful. More than that, it feels like me. Ravens have always haunted my life, even though I dislike them. He didn’t send this just to send something. He thought about it.

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”