Ravenwood Grimoire

The Empty Hand
The Empty Hand
Cael was gone before the leaves had fully turned. There was no sudden moment, no dramatic farewell beneath the tree. Loss, when it finally came, was quieter than either of... Read more...
The First Memory
The First Memory
There are promises made loudly, spoken with conviction and ceremony, and then there are those made quietly, repeated in small moments until they become something stronger than words. Liora and... Read more...
The Last Vigil
The Last Vigil
Liora's absence was not as quiet as Cael’s. Where his had been a fading, hers was a sudden stillness. The walks stopped. The door no longer opened at dusk. The... Read more...
Aeriswyn and the Last Green Hollow
Aeriswyn and the Last Green Hollow
There are places in the world that do not vanish all at once. They fade. Not like ruins, not like buildings abandoned to ivy and wind, but in quieter ways.... Read more...
Easter Ritual
Easter Ritual
There are seasons that lend themselves to ritual, and there are rituals that should never be trusted simply because they arrive with the season. Spring is the most deceptive of... Read more...
Orrin Sporehand and the Sporebound Pact
Orrin Sporehand and the Sporebound Pact
There are woods that grow in silence, and there are woods that listen. The Black Veil Copse, tucked beyond a fold of Derbyshire stone and mist, did both. It had... Read more...
The Seat of Confession
The Seat of Confession
There is a place in the forest where sound does not travel as it should. It does not echo.It does not carry.It settles. The deeper one walks, the more the... Read more...
Mabel and the Spirits of the Shore
Mabel and the Spirits of the Shore
Long before Ravenwood Manor stood upon its hill, before its lanterns glowed in the evening fog and before the whispers of wandering spirits filled its halls, the wind that moved... Read more...
Sage & Sparkle: The Keeper of First Lights
Sage & Sparkle: The Keeper of First Lights
There are spirits born from grief, spirits born from violence, and spirits born from unfinished love. There are spirits that rise from old houses, from nameless graves, from storm-torn waters... Read more...
Dottie & Dew: The Little Guardian
Dottie & Dew: The Little Guardian
In the quiet hours of the world, those soft moments when the wind grows still and the sky turns the colour of old coral, there are paths that only spirits... Read more...
The Debt Ledger
The Debt Ledger
Valen Duskmoor first heard the Debt Ledger breathe before he ever saw it. It was not a sound like lungs, not truly, more like the soft settling of old paper... Read more...
The Weight of Unfinished Words
The Weight of Unfinished Words
Edgar Page believed that stories could outlive the body. He had believed this with such conviction that it shaped the architecture of his entire life. His home was small but... Read more...