Riddles Ravenclaw Novels & Stories

Holden mumbled, resuming his smoking. Raven stopped on her track on walking past a room whose door was slightly open. Stepping back, she slowly fully opened the door before stepping in. The room turned out to be study room because different books can be seen arranged in shelves and their was a study table with a lamp stand on it and books littered on the table. On the walls were pictures of definitely unknown people. Raven's eyes widened when it caught something on the table. The one pendant she has been looking for. It was right before her, pleading and begging her to grab it.

‘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? ‘

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.

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.

Undeterred, she leaped across the abyss, her determination unwavering. With each successful answer, Lucia grew closer to her destiny. The forest, sensing her resolve, intensified its trials. The fourth riddle, spoken with an air of enigma, hung heavy in the air. "I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter, but you can't go outside. What am I?" Lucia closed her eyes, shutting out the distractions around her. In her mind, the answer materialized. "A keyboard," she whispered, her voice infused with certainty.