Castle Narnia Novels & Stories

He was a child, and this was just another adventure. He looked up, his face smudged with white chalk dust. "Maman? Is New York a grand castle? Like in the book?" Aurora’s heart, the one she had encased in ice, gave a painful, familiar twist. "Yes, mon ange," she said, her voice a low, soft croak. "A very big castle." "A castle made of glass," a voice said from the doorway. Elias.

I feel like Edward would call everyone to have a good time. I requested Caroline to stay in my room to rest from the trip. I’ve never noticed that she becomes dizzy every time that she travels. I went to take a stroll around the castle. I was curious about what my father said earlier. It was indeed a luxurious and big castle. There were giant statues all around it. Each one was unique ; each one with its own design, with their own head. Some had a horse head; some had a cat’s head… They all had animal heads. They were wearing giant armors. Touching it, it was actually real armors.

"And you sound like Ashrac's mother." "My mother and her rules," Ashrac grumbles and rolls his large red eyes. "Uncle Sarn's lair has clothes. The castle is pretty much a mess, but his bedroom isn't too bad. Would you like us to show you?" "Yes, please." Ashrac and Cantor call out instructions, so my launch is slightly better than my landing. The three of us fly to Sarn's castle. I'm exhausted by the time we arrive and my entire body aches. I refuse to complain, especially to these boys. We enter Sarn's room from his tower perch. Most of what I've seen of the castle is a crumbled mess, but when I peek inside the room, it's intact just quite dusty.

I could not help but wonder what other secrets he harbored, but I was determined to admire his boundaries and await his explanation upon his return. As I wandered through my mama 's castle, my studies swirled with the exposures about Lorcan. The castle was a grand, gothic structure, its corridors echoing with history and secrets of their own. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting ancient battles and fabulous brutes, their vibrant colors muted by age. I could not help but feel a sense of admiration and curiosity as I explored each room, my mind drifting back to Lorcan and the mystifications that girdled him.

I did not even want to know what luna Cassandra would have done if she knew I could do those things. The sun was beating down hot, standing up to walk to the window where I curled myself in the window frame, watching the beautiful sky as the birds flew about. A few butterflies flew my way, sitting on my hands and shoulders as I giggled. They were so pretty, stuck on my skin as I flipped from page to page. The third book was about the castle. Whoever built that castle wrote every single detail about it. He even mentioned secret passages but did not mention how many they were and where they were exactly. It was obvious the king and queen’s room would have one and thus I would have to do some e

They hit the second floor, a long hall stretching into dark, doors everywhere like a damn trap. Roman shoved her left, gun raised, eyes darting. “Study’s up here,” he said. “We can block it off.” “You know this place way too good,” she panted, ducking past him as they ran. “What else you hiding?” “Lots,” he said, blunt as a brick, kicking open a thick oak door. The room stank of leather and old cigars—Dorian’s ghost all over it. A big desk sat heavy in the middle, bookshelves climbing to the ceiling, a window showing the cliffs and the sea thrashing below.

Anne and Sarah said at the same time. They forgot that Sultan Carl did say to them and their mother that they were not going to call Ella (Rosabella) 'Cinderella.' But they did not know that the head of the Palace overheard them, and he is the Beast. But what everyone did not know was that Sultan Carl is the Beast until 7 p.m. as he turned into a human and has turned back into a Beast at 7 a.m. The two servants were assigned to Luke and Paige. Paige or Luke did not complain about them, but Paige ordered them as she was unkind and spiteful.

"He pays for everything—the jobs, the houses, their whole life. Alpha Fenral is best friends with Alpha Narcisse. It's all locked up." "Alpha Narcisse," I whispered. The name felt heavy in my mouth. It was strange and scary, but I felt a weird flutter in my chest. "That's... him?" Cain didn't say anything. Just a quiet, "Yeah," that hung in the air like smoke. He pointed through the windshield, ready to talk about anything else. "We're here." I looked out, and the words died in my throat. A sweeping plateau stretched out before us, cradling a castle that looked like it had been plucked from a daydream. It wasn't like the Voreios stronghold—that place was a jagged fortress built for blood and

The castle fell away below us, every window lit, my whole world burning gold in the dark, my twins, my parents, my people, growing smaller and smaller until I could have covered all of it with one hand. Thorin’s small arm came up over Darren’s forearm, steady as a compass needle, and pointed into the black. “North.”

Rory whispered, actually clutching his chest. Niall let out a slow, reverent whistle. “This looks like somethin’ outta a bloody fairytale.” Declan blinked. “This castle is bigger than my entire childhood neighborhood.” Cat just screamed. Loud and high pitched. I laughed and clapped my hands together. “Come on then! Let’s see our kingdom!” The second the doors opened, solid wood, each easily ten feet tall, carved with dragons and thistles, the chaos began.