Riddles Ravenclaw Novels & Stories

she whispered almost inaudibly, but the shadow still didn't answer. Raven braced herself and stepped closer. However, the shadow faded like smoke, disappearing before she could reach the end of the hallway. When she returned to her room, Meredith gave her a worried look. "Raven, you look scared. What's wrong?" Raven shook her head, trying to calm herself down. "It's okay. I'm... I'm just tired." However, in her heart, Raven knew there was something she could no longer ignore. Simon, Dr Hyde, and the locket around her neck-all felt connected, like a puzzle she had to solve.

‘Rodolf looked at him incredulously. ‘Just read it,’ said Raven, ‘the solutions are there!’ ‘Yes, but gray magic? Why didn't you ever say anything about that?‘ ‘It's not black Rodolph, it's all going to be fine,’ Raven promised. He said that if Rodolf no longer needed the booklet, he should give it back to him right away. 'Raven?' 'Yes?' ‘And that ring? The weapon on that ring, with that full moon with wings in front of it? ‘

My counterattack will have to be timed in accordance with my pack warriors' ambush into the hall. "Perhaps I can be of help." Raven suddenly piped up, her voice equally melodic as Nari's. There was a knowing look on her face, confidence emanating from her smile. Her eyes flitted to Uncle Reynold's for a brief second, gleaming triumphantly. She waved her hand and called out, "Revelare." I have heard the spell before. Raven had just chanted a spell to reveal the black onyx stone which Annabelle had hidden under a cloaking spell.

Rava faced the bat and said confidently "The answer to your riddle is Thunder" The bat scowl at her. "I can assure you that even if you passed those 2, the remaining one you will fail". "We shall soon see about that Bat, tell us the third and last one". Rala said. "Now the last one. A dagger thrust at my own heart, Dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, To the twisting of the blade. What am I?" "The answer to that is A Lock". Rava said anxiously.

“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!”

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

The perfect balanced life,and now this man has just brought chaos. The day ended with her last class being mathematics. They had a pop quiz and to her surprise,she scored a hundred percent. She knew that something wasn't right about the test and when she got it back she slipped it into her file to check the answers out later . She didn't want anyone else to see the quiz or there will be another scene created . The siren went off but Willow didn't take her usual route to the front of the building,instead she walked around the back and flagged down a cab.

I said again. Alaric tilted his head, his eyes locked on me like a predator snaring prey. "Are you jealous, Ravina?" My heart pounded in my chest. "No." He took another inch forward. I took a step back. A twist of his lips. "I think you are." I held firm, tilting my chin up in refusal to be beaten. "You're wrong." His golden eyes appeared to obscure. "Am I?". I could sense the heat of his body, his presence choking but addictive at the same time.

~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?”

I opened the latch; the raven hopped inside, eyes glowing red in the candlelight. My fingers trembled as I took the scroll. The raven croaked once and vanished in a swirl of shadows.