Riddles Ravenclaw の小説・ストーリー

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.

“Someone is already drowning in front of us and you are all just watching?! What is wrong with you people?” “Drowning? She won’t drown unless she purposefully drown herself. She knows how to swim,” Raven answered back. “Help me! Please I don’t know how to swim!” Celia shouted back when she heard Raven’s words. Raven smirked. ‘Really? Let’s see about that,’ she thought to herself. “Bring out the baskets!” Raven commanded. Wren, Robin and two more others suddenly appeared from the crowd carrying covered wooden baskets. They are all Raven’s allies who work with him at the renovation project.

I was pulled without my consent into the garden, where the sorceress stood waiting for me. “Good, you are alive, thank goddess.” She spoke at once, walking forward to meet me. “Listen attentively Melissa. I just found out that you have not been left out of the Ravenclaw curse, but unlike the male descendants, yours can be avoided.” “I do not understand.” I spoke, moving closer to her. “What do you mean I haven’t been left out on the Ravenclaw curse?” “You have two mates, do you not?” She asked while looking around for any sign of Zachary. I froze at her words, but when she turned to look at me, I waved Jackie out of the garden.

the brunette responded like I wasn't in the same room with them. The one with dark hair walked to me. "I'm Othelia, nice of you to join us," she introduced warmly. I made to take her hand but she retracted it. "I'm sorry, I got tired," she smiled and the others giggled. My eyes narrowed at them. I wasn't here to play their childish games. "What's your name?" "Raven," the blonde responded on my behalf. "Haven't you heard of her? The dreaded wolf assassin. The one who men fear across kingdoms."

“The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.” All of them mulled over Eva’s words for a few moments before Doreth chipped in her thoughts. “Let’s add a little Drogar flair to your Ravens,” she said. “We’ve got a similar bird - Ventrii Stalkers. They’re these hunter/fishers that’re smaller and less aggressive than Avicii Raptors, but definitely smarter and way more agile.” “Oh, good pick,” added Severas. “Most birds on the planet are in constant conflict with each other. The war co

Raven narrowed his eyes, his gaze so cold the room seemed to drop several degrees. “Fools,” he muttered, voice heavy with restrained fury. “Even now, you can’t see the truth? Ivyshade is a pack of wolves who survived in the Deadly Forest. They’ve studied herbs and toxins to survive. They don’t use magic, and there’s no such thing as the ‘curses’ you fear. What you call darkness is merely your own ignorance in the face of the unknown.” An elder shifted, seemingly about to speak, but Raven silenced him with a raised hand.

His voice came through, hoarse, masculine, intimidating. For someone to be made a stakeholder in Ravenlake academy, they would not be ordinary, in terms of influence, wealth and spirituality. So if I made a slight mistake, my true identity would be found out. I took care of myself as my priority. He sat on the chair opposite me and crossed his legs. "Where is the glowing medallion?" He asked and I furrowed my brows. "I have no idea where it is." I replied to him, still avoiding his eyes.

"What have you got there?" Ava marched in with that serious expression she wore when she was on a mission. It was the same look I used to get when solving a particularly challenging medical puzzle—eyebrows slightly drawn together, lips pressed into a determined line. "It's a raven," she announced, carefully placing her bundle on the floor. "Something weird happened to it."

She then moved her hand to point her black almond nail toward the last two, "Finally we have Prince Kavan, accompanied by King Abram Rouault of the Tawny Owl Harpy Clan." Tawny owls, The servant girl put everything into place mentally, tawny owls are a suitable match for Raven Harpy standards. Prince Kavan has the best chance in this room on looks alone, despite being the smallest out of all of the males here. The Raven Queen's next words cut through the servant's thoughts like ice, "Do go and get our guests some refreshments and beverages now, will you?"

Raven has knowledges about Gypsys, as he use to get pleasure from torturing and breaking them before he would make them his mistress. The last time I asked, he has a whole room filled with books that wrote on many ways of punishing Gypsys and Witches. He is literally an opposite of Cornelius, who loves to torture and break Werewolves, as they are a better challenge for him than humans would be, and in the sense that, Cornelius prefers to keep Gypsys by his side to help out on spiritual complications. With that said, I could use Raven's knowledge and Cornelius's experience to know what has happened. Anyway, until then. I nod my head. "Well, it all makes sense, as sooner than later, they would