Ravenwood Grimoire

The Pint that Never Empties
The Pint that Never Empties
No one knows exactly when Dave started haunting The Hollow Tap but ask any local and they'll tell you he’s been there longer than the wallpaper. With sunglasses always perched... Read more...
Oakenbane - The Curse
Oakenbane - The Curse
They say you can still hear the vines whisper when the wind shifts through the trees near Alton. Long ago, the land belonged to Lord Halward Albright—a man of silks... Read more...
The Containment Breach
The Containment Breach
They called it Subject G. It arrived in fragments captured residues from multiple hauntings, compressed into a containment orb no bigger than a snow globe. They kept it cold. Buried.... Read more...
The Witchling’s Last Spell
The Witchling’s Last Spell
They called her Tricksy Pye before the accident, before the name stuck like wax to a flame. She was just a girl then or something close to it a witchling... Read more...
The Watchman’s Last Beat
The Watchman’s Last Beat
The East End remembers its dead—especially those who refused to stop walking. By gaslight and memory, Bobby still patrols. His helmet, though dulled by time, remains perched perfectly. His buttons... Read more...
The Leopard Queen of Whitechapel
The Leopard Queen of Whitechapel
Once, long before her name was reduced to whispered warnings in East End pubs, Pawline was the brightest thing on Brick Lane. A sharp-tongued siren with a taste for gin,... Read more...
The Mirror Doesn’t Blink
The Mirror Doesn’t Blink
Rue never made a sound. Even in life, they moved softly—always on the edge of things. In photographs, Rue was the blur in the background. In school plays, the shadow... Read more...
The Tongue Game
The Tongue Game
UNI It always starts with a drink. The game spreads best where the lights are low, and the laughter is loud—old pubs, sticky-floored clubs, backyard garden parties. Somewhere in Derbyshire,... Read more...
Meadow, Whisperer of the Blooming Vale
Meadow, Whisperer of the Blooming Vale
In the first breath of spring, just as the last frost retreats into memory, there is a place that blooms before all others. It is not marked on maps. It... Read more...
The Egg of Echoes
The Egg of Echoes
No one remembers when the purple ghost first arrived in the glade. There were whispers, of course. That Peep had wandered from a far-off orchard where spring never ended. That... Read more...
The Library Between Realms
The Library Between Realms
There is a moment in time the world does not account for a breath between seconds, a shadow between ticks of the clock. Most never feel it. But every so... Read more...
Moonshade, Guardian of the Forgotten Grove
Moonshade, Guardian of the Forgotten Grove
There is a grove hidden deep in the folds of the world—a place where trees curl like fingers above graves no one remembers, and the moonlight filters through mist with... Read more...