Riddles Ravenclaw Novels & Stories

Raven was not falling for the big bad wolf's trap again. "Whoever can make the other take the cure wins," Knight shrugged with a teasing smile, eyes scanning the room for a possible place to hide the vial, "sounds fair?" "Not at all when I'm up against you!" Raven snapped angrily, "And stop looking! You won't find the vial that easily!" "You don't think I can make you tell me?" Knight curved his lips evilly, his hand trailing down slowly to the danger zone. "You don't have to," Raven gave him a harmless smile, "you have 12 hours to look for it leisurely after I die--"

I asked. “Probably making some camomile tea that helps mortals relax,” Raven said, texting on his phone. “Does it?” I asked, and Raven shrugged. “What kind of alchemist and healer are you if you don’t know this much, Mr. Perfect?” Raven landed an annoyed glare at me before he looked at his phone screen again. “I am the immortal kind, dear brother. But what is going on with you?” He asked in a nonchalant tone. “What is going on with me?” I asked, prodding at the pasta in my soup with the spoon.

Raven thought his death was near when he saw dozens of red eyes behind the trees in the Forbidden Forest. Raven had just learned that one of the Shadow Wolves fighting him was a scout. Raven was completely underestimated as an Omega; even the scout Shadow Wolves thought he was weak and could be easily killed.

I noticed a glossy black raven sitting on a nearby perch with its intelligent eyes fixed on me. “Is that…?” “That must be the famous pet raven I’ve heard about,” Clara mused. I rose, cautiously approaching. The bird tilted its head, studying me with an eerie, knowing look in its eyes. I wracked my brain to recall its name so I could call out to it, but I couldn’t remember. “What’s its name?” I asked, peering at the almost iridescent black feathers.

The guardians, too, seemed impressed, their glowing eyes widening slightly. But the trial was far from over. The guardians led them to a second test, this time one that involved solving an ancient riddle etched into the surface of a towering stone monolith. The riddle was complex, its meaning obscured by layers of symbolism and allegory. The clues were subtle, requiring keen observation and an intuitive understanding of ancient lore. It was Ronan, with his sharp intellect and his vast knowledge of ancient cultures, who eventually cracked the code. He deciphered the riddle, unlocking a hidden passage behind the monolith.

Ivan added his words to Dev, “Did you ever know all these types of a strategy of battles, birdy?” Igikran replied in a crowish tone with anger, “I am not birdy; I am Igikran…the Mighty King of Raven Wizard Clan”. Dev replied with a curious smile by interrupting the self-appraisal of Igikran, “The roasted ravens always a good combination of taste with a glass of wine from the Frozen Crescent.” The offended and raged Igikran started to attack with his maximum force fiercely. *****

"The Raven Order is already there." A sudden alarm bell echoed throughout the academy. Once. Twice. Three times. Every teacher looked toward the sky. A flock of black ravens circled above Willowbrook. Hundreds of them. Each bird carried a strip of crimson cloth tied around one leg. Magnus's expression turned grim. "The Ravens have sent a challenge." One bird broke away from the flock and landed on the academy gate. Attached to its leg was a sealed black scroll. Alden carefully removed it. Breaking the seal, he unfolded the parchment.

Raven made a mental note to find out who the student was. As she looked at the paper again, Raven was stunned to see that the student had answered all the questions and they were all correct. This was highly unusual, and it made her even more suspicious. She went back to the first page to look at the symbol again. It was still as eerie as before, and Raven couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right. She had to find out more about this symbol and the student who had submitted it. Her hand traced the mysterious symbol on the page for a while longer. As she continued to run her fingers over its surface, she tried to imagine what it could be. Was it some kind of ancient artifact?

"Get me a rope, nightshade that has been marinated in silver for days, and wolf's bane." Lord Ezra bowed and left the throne room. As the doors opened, I saw something. A child stood there, wailing and fighting against the guards. My jaw clenched. He was their son. The fourth member of the Ravenclaw family. When Lord Ezra returned, he handed me the rope. I twisted it around my palm, flinging it to hook the loop at the other end around the man's neck. He choked, struggling to break free. Reece injected three of a wolf's biggest fears into his neck. The vial fell once empty, rolling away. I knew it wouldn't kill him. I just needed to get him scared enough to talk.

The urgency of Raven's request lingered like a shadow, and as weariness settled in, I decided to seek answers. Walking up the grand staircase to Raven's quarters, I found myself standing outside her door. Tentatively, I knocked, but there was no response. Determined to unravel the mystery, I turned the handle and entered. The room, adorned with artifacts and symbols, emanated an otherworldly aura. "Raven?" I called out, but the room remained silent. Frustration and anxiety welled within me as I left, the unanswered questions echoing in the corridors of my mind.