Ravenwood Grimoire

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...
The Cradle in the Chapel
The Cradle in the Chapel
The chapel on the hill had no clock, because it had never needed one. It kept time the way old places do, by the slow deepening of moss in the... Read more...
The Man Who Was Many
The Man Who Was Many
No one sees Lumen Black arrive. He does not step into rooms. He does not drift through walls. He does not descend from shadow. He is simply there, as though... Read more...
Sir Quacksworth and the Crumb Crown
Sir Quacksworth and the Crumb Crown
No one truly knew when the duck first arrived. Some claimed they had seen him as far back as their own childhoodsstanding at the pond’s edge like an old soldier,... Read more...
Vespera of the Last Horizon
Vespera of the Last Horizon
There is a particular colour the sky turns when it can no longer decide what it is, when blue remembers it was once gold, and gold remembers it will soon... Read more...