By Michael Morpurgo Novels & Stories

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're

She doesn't know but she knows these heroes deserve to have every honor awaiting them. The Hymir's army pushes forth, forcing the soldiers of the other kingdom to retreat. Pushing them back to their camps. However, with Colfre's resolute order the walls of their watchtowers crumble into ashes. Canons booming and crashing through the walls of their barracks. With flames engulfing the inside of the walls. Morrigan watches with tears in her eyes as she watches how her army, the heroes of her nation charge forth. Forcing the other party to surrender. A signal light was launched in the sky, it was blinding but it was also another symbol of hope and victory. The soldiers around her erupted into ch

It was replaced by the sharp, metallic tang of blood and the heavy, ozone-scented air of a rain-soaked battlefield. I saw a boy. He wasn't the hulking, scarred Alpha who had just rescued me from certain death. He was thin, covered in grime and deep, weeping gashes that looked like they should have been fatal. He was slumped against the Moonstone—a jagged white monolith that vibrated with a low, primal humming power. He looked so small. So disposable. So utterly alone in the dark.

Faith indeed intervened in their famine. "My name is Kain of the North, milady." "Welcome Kain of the North!" The crowd cheered again as the elder men helped him with the meat, and some offered their admiration for the young man. Some of the women took the smaller prize and helped the men into the fire. Kain smiled at the impressive cheering. It was informal, but it was reasonable. He was, after all, a predator, and these people were unaware of it. On the huge expanse on the right side of the village was a massive moor, and above it stood an old castle, misted by the dark clouds above it.

The moment they stepped inside, the world around them shifted. They stood in an endless expanse of white. No walls, no sky, no floor, just an infinite void that somehow held them aloft. Then, slowly, figures began to take shape around them, forming from mist. Elior’s breath caught as he recognized them. Myrra stiffened. “These are...” “The dead,” Bram whispered. Before them stood the fallen. Soldiers, friends, enemies, every life they had taken, every sacrifice made in their name. Some bore the wounds of battle, others the hollow stares of those lost to time.

************* ************* ************* Naunet's pov "No I can't let anything happen to queen Cora ,all the people that had shown me kindness ended up dead ,I won't let queen Cora end up like madame Kabira. What could I do ,I felt powerless ,that monster wasn't having any pity on her . They arrived when mom and I were making breakfast. She promised to take me to all the wonderful places in the woods where she and dad used to explore. Suddenly the cloud turned dark. I thought it was about to rain so I helped mom pack up and take our ingredients into the house but when I got in there was a strange looking man inside our house who frightened me with his monstrous teeth . "Hi Nanuet ,he grabbe

So, they had sent for help from one of their allies – the Lion King tribe. “I know. But these aren’t just any children Michael. Did you read the dossier I gave you the other time?” Muriel asked with a sigh. He was the youngest and usually the most childish, but he wasn’t as roguish as Michael. When it came to war, Michael was the most reliable person to find; but he hated reading assignments. “You know I didn’t,” Michael replied, his answer not at all surprising to Muriel.

You allow the young Prince to drag you out from the presence of your parents and into a hallway. Everything's huge and the interior appears modern than what you'd usually see in children's books. They don't have those metal-like figures resting on the walls to give out that dungeon-y kind of vibe. Then again, it's not like you would want to see that. The mere thought of them coming out to life with whatever weapon they had on hold just waiting to slice or beat any human to a pulp? Sent a big wave of shivers slithering down your spine like a snake.