Novel & Cerita Slytherin Motto

Feeling like she was participating in an important test she hadn't studied for Quinley still uttered the words. "I accept the keys with love, honoring the Ravenclaw coven, and freely committing my life to the protection of the innocents." It was a ritual that had been drummed into them at the Academy as soon as the witches could talk, knowing one day the High Priestess would choose her successor. Caroline could see the moment her student put two and two together, as Quinley's expressive eyes filled with tears. "Does this mean you are no longer in the land of the living High Priestess?" She cried, her voice rough in its grief, and Caroline nodded, beginning to fade.

His duty is to—. 'But how can you tell that the rest of the line refers to his duty?' Rum smiled as he returned to the passage he was pointing. 'It's the motto of every first-born. We've been hearing it in school for years—like the worst music put on a loop—first, to reproduce, second, to protect, third, to prolong.' I feel like I'm in a quicksand, sinking rapidly in the werewolf confusion. 'To reproduce, protect and prolong what?'

12 - Killian Wilde [The Archer] ➽─────────────────────────────────────➽ ➽─────────────────────────────────────➽ Team #2: The Amethyst Serpents (Represents the House of Wanderlusters) — { The school's official emblem combined with a serpent is a symbol of wisdom but also temptation. These cunning students slip through the competition, trailing their prey with silent tenacity as they watch from the edges, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and subdue with ruthless efficiency. They vowed to achieved their goals by any means, as they see what others miss under the cloak of darkness. } Players for this Team: ➽ Student No. 1 - Serene Lanthe [The Chainblader]

- Cyrus’ POV - I should have gone back to my pack, but again, I found myself heading in a different direction. I’m heading south, and with this pull inside of me… I’m fucking heading to the Slytherin Pack. But why would I go there? It was Daxton’s order, yeah, it was the Alpha King’s order, that’s why I was heading there. Nothing more. I just discovered the reason why the Slytherin Pack was known to be the weakest—it was because the Alpha himself had grown weak due to his illness. I only recently learned about that when I battled him during the vampire attack last time.

“Do you think every time you come here, I’m going to suck your dick?” I smirked with a raised eyebrow, “Isn’t that what you are Bellatrix, my slave to do as I please.” Enmity flashed in her eyes, brewing like a storm as lightening slashed in those irises, filled with hatred. “Then a slave shouldn’t be entered in a competition to become the Luna.” She retorted angrily, bitterness in her tone. “Maybe the King lacks common sense.” “Oh, that stung.” I replied sarcastically. “Truly, you have wounded my pride.” Dancing the gun along her spine, indulging in the way her body stiffened.

“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss.

< the crows > “Dark. Always watching.” The tension deepened, as if the very air bowed to him. And in a way… it did. Angelo's gaze hardened, “What is our motto?” They answered with a vow etched in their bones. “We fly in the shadows and strike in the light. Bringing silence before your demise. Our black wings carry vengeance, for….” “For we are drawn to what?” His voice was colder now, and more deadlier. “For we are drawn to death.”

We closed ourselves into a circle, and every one of us brought a hand to the center of the sigil, overlapping our dragonfire and moonlight, blood and spell-ink. Nora spoke first, in a quiet, clear voice. “I vow to live up to what this school represents. Not just as a dragon, but as a protector. As a leader. As someone who remembers.” “I vow,” Caelum’s jaw was set as he spoke, “to defend what we’ve done here. Even if that means defending it from ourselves.” “I vow,” Lucien’s voice was quieter than the rest of us, his hand coming to rest firmly over the middle of the sigil, “to keep the secrets that should be kept, and share the ones that shouldn’t be.”

They are called: The Emberwing Phalanx 🔥 Motto: “From ash, we rise.” 🌪️ Current Goals Keep Rowyn Vaelryn alive, trained, and in hiding until she’s ready to claim her destiny. Prevent the Accord from corrupting or stealing any more Starwoven. Guard Eidolon and other universities as safe havens. Awaken the gods. Collapse the current regime. And build a new world, one where magic belongs to the people, not the thrones. 🕯️ Famous Quote from Headmaster Nocturne “We are the ash beneath your palace. You don’t see us. You don’t fear us. But we will be the last thing you breathe before your empire burns.”

"One who rules through fear and magic, or one who inspires loyalty through justice and wisdom." As we moved toward the stairs, Lord Ravenclaw called out one final time. "Remember my words, Princess. Power corrupts everything it touches. Even the most noble hearts eventually fall to its temptation." His voice followed us up the stone steps. "When that day comes, you will understand why I did what I did. And you will thank me for showing you the truth about your precious princes." His laughter echoed in the darkness behind us as we fled toward an uncertain dawn. I tried to ignore his words, but they had already taken root in my mind like poison seeds.