Riddles Ravenclaw Novels & Stories

“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”.

Other students began filing in shortly after that. The room filled slowly. Mages mostly, with a few fae and demons mixed in. And the whispers started again. “…that’s her.” “The Raven girl.” “I heard her coven kicked her out.” “Because she has no magic.” Someone snorted. “Then why is she even in Advanced Potions?” “Because it’s the only thing she can do.” I kept my eyes on the grimoire. Let them talk. Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats.

“The twelfth belonged to Founder Nathaniel Ashcroft.” Henry frowned. “I’ve never heard that name.” “Almost no one has,” Helena replied. “His writings were sealed separately after his death.” Claire looked at the empty compartment. “So the Raven knew exactly which journal to steal.” ⸻ Adrian walked toward the crystal case that protected the Original Covenant. “The Raven doesn’t steal at random.” He looked at Amelia. “He steals pieces of unfinished history.” “What does he do with them?” she asked. Adrian’s expression grew thoughtful.

Raven suddenly snapped her fingers, and Erika let out a yelp. “The kettle’s button turned on without me touching it!” she exclaimed. I glanced between her and Raven, and then I gulped heavily as I understood. The woman raised a thick, dark eyebrow. “Do you understand now?” she asked me, her head tilting yet again. I did, though I was in complete shock. Of course, this place wouldn't need a healer. They had sorcerers and sorceresses. And Raven was one of them.

Raven stood tall, despite the pressure threatening to drop her to her knees. “I am Raven, Alpha Queen of Blackclaw. Daughter of Ashen Grace. Born of blood and fire.” The chamber hummed louder, the stone basin glowing gold and red. “Then speak, child of shadow and flame. What do you seek?” She swallowed once, then said it clearly: “The traitor. The one who hides behind false loyalty.” The liquid rippled—then flashed with a vision. A figure cloaked in silver, standing over an old map. A hand placing ashroot in a satchel.

The prophecy about Azraiel as told by the Royal astrologer. Charlotte opens her mouth to ask about the rest of the prophecy but is interrupted by that child like voice again. It sounds angry on being ignored. “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” “RAVEN…” Charlotte tries to speak but nothing comes out of her mouth. Suddenly she starts choking and then everything goes black.

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.

He smirked before removing a ring from his pocket. "Do you recognise this ring, Princess?" he asked. Valerie gasped with shock. She remembered the ring. It's the black opal ring which is similar to the pendant she is wearing. Raphael wears it. She never saw him removing that ring. It is the symbol of a Raven clan royal. Irina and Cadmus also has similar kind of rings. Each ring has the name of the person engraved on the underside of the ring. She snatched the ring and looked at the underside of the ring for the name.

Her mind replaying Conan’s annoying words: “You’d better hope you do. Because if you don’t, Raven; you’ll wish I’d abandoned you instead.” Raven stared at the ancient map in her hands, frustration bubbling up inside her. The wornout lines and strange symbols on the map seemed to mock her as if daring her to uncover their secrets. She hated riddles with a passion, and this one felt particularly cruel. Every twist and turn of the map carried the weight of life and death, one wrong move, and everything could fall apart. Her heart pounded as she realized the stakes. This wasn’t just a game or a puzzle; it was a test, and failure wasn’t an option. Her instincts told her there was more to the Bloo

The room started buzzing again, Maltilda stepped forward. “ Clara you cannot say that , Raven Academy doesn’t run any of your grading system…All students are equal and if you must conduct this search , it’s going to be on all student..” . Clara didn’t care, She just kept crying, shaking her head as her friends tried to calm her down. Rex finally stood up. And when he did, the room quieted a little. “We all know the rules in Raven,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Nobody would want to steal your family heirloom. You probably lost it somewhere.”