Riddles Ravenclaw Novels & Stories

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.

She had a surprised look on her face, “It was on my path when I walked in here…” Edgar beamed with smiles, “The book has found you, you can finally fulfill your task!”, he flipped the pages for a while, “Yes!” “What is it?”, she leaned closer , “Raven keeper”, she read. “Yes Raven Keeper” Edgar read through for a while, “Yes Cleopatra this is it. It was what I thought. The reason you saw many ravens is because you do not just wield the magic of the ravens, you are the keeper of the ravens…

Ares suggests while looking at Benjamin who nods with a worried expression. "Are you sure, your mother never told you much about them?" Benjamin questions, making me look to my grandmother, and Osric's mother, wondering if they have any idea what Ares means about the fountains. "I'm sure, she told me I would know when the time came, she always said he would hunt the raven, the lily, and the phoenix, I’m not sure what else it could mean," Ares answers, as Mummo and Mum stand up and move closer, both seem curious about what Ares is talking about.

Raven's eyes scanned around to make sure we were alone, just the both of us. "Claire darling, I've been in this pack since my childhood and I've heard quite a lot of unexpected and confusing things. I've heard whispers of mysterious events," she said, her voice low. "A being of immense, unyielding power, hidden for centuries." My mind raced. "What… Who is it?" I demanded. Raven's eyes locked onto mine. "I don't knowClaire, they're whispers like I said we aren't so sure yet," she admitted. "But I'll find out," she said with Determination etched on her face.

said Jackson . " Maybe that's why am a ravenclaw. " replied Cynthia smiling . " Sorry.... you are a what ? " asked Jackson . " They are muggles Cynthia. " said Davina. " Oh okay ! am sorry . " replied Cynthia. " Never mind ! I don't know what you guys are talking about but it sounds cool ... ravenclaw and muggles. " said Jackson Clueless about what these things actually are . Cynthia Broke into a laugh.

Cassandra, gathering her strength, yelled over the powerful melody, "We've faced your trial, Raven! Release him!" The raven lowered its head, locking eyes with her. "Your bravery and intellect have been tested. But the trial isn't over. To free your friend, answer this riddle: 'I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost every person. What am I?'" Cassandra thought for a moment, then whispered, "A pencil lead." The raven let out a triumphant caw, and the enchantment broke. Darius dazed, returned to their side.

It became a piece of a stretch, however, he felt like there have been a few kinds of connection among them. "However, I do not clearly understand approximately the details. Urban legends... Or ought to I say, extra like odd rumours in college. Probably counts as one of every one of our college's Seven Wonders. Solving the thriller of the 'Witch,' the Occult Research Club... Something like that maybe?" "Witch!?" Hearing her repeat the term, Raven unwittingly moved in the direction of Helena. Instantly, their faces nearly touching, they might experience every different's breath.

“No, that’s tomorrow. But today we’re supposed to work on our own pieces, it’s part of our coursework” “Oh.. and what piece are you working on?” “Actually, it’s a raven. I saw him at the lake the other day, but I haven’t finished yet”. “Well, now that’s suitable, isn’t it”. He smiled as he leaned against the counter. “A raven by Raven”. “Well, he was beautiful, I couldn’t resist”. “Your mother thought so too, that’s why she named you after them. So, anyway, how was the party?” “Umm, you know, the usual”.