Riddles Ravenclaw の小説・ストーリー

"Unbelievable! I can't believe it. I am right! If I hadn't learned the riddle by heart, I would never have realized its meaning that was hidden under my nose." "From your words, I take it you have found the answer finally." "Yes! I am certain," Apollyon finally revealed a genuine smile. The first one he had for a while. A smile of satisfaction that was compatible with his childlike face. "I subconsciously knew the answer. It was always there, yet, I couldn't see it. Scarlet, teal, orange, red, although all these are separate words, their beginning seems to form another word with an entirely different meaning. However, something still misses. Something more. Mithril, bloodstones, rubies, emer

“Yes, of course. If not tonight, then tomorrow. We have much to discuss.” “Yes, we do.” I nodded. “But could I take a quick peek behind the curtain? I’m curious.” Raven chuckled. “It’s an invisibility spell, so no one gets curious, and we don’t attract attention.” She motioned with her head toward the empty field. “Come on.” She pulled back an invisible curtain, and tall, beautiful elves with blonde hair stood guard in front of a castle. Students and members of the coven walked around the grounds, talking of hurrying to a class.

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--"

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. *****

Saw Isolde's small, triumphant smile. "—Isolde Ravenclaw." The world stopped.

"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.