Chronicles Of Narnia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Vorlyk took the gnarled hand into his and pulled Madayah onto his lap. He kissed the mutilated side of her face and ran his hand over the smooth side. His entire body relaxed when she leaned in and kissed him. Nicolas felt their love deep in his gut. He cared about Franklin, loved him for the wonderful person he was but could never give the vampire what he wanted. Nicolas hoped to someday find a she-wolf mate to share his life, and Franklin, his best friend, understood that. He often teased Nicolas that he, Franklin, would be the gay uncle to wolf pups. Nicolas's heart squeezed, and for the first time in months grief shadowed his thinking more than revenge.

In order not to waste time, he opened his book; The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. He was once again transferred to the world of Narnia, where his dreams were laying. He took a look at the windows and I saw the snow majestically falling on the ground. He smiled and mumbled to himself, "It's snowing like in Narnia." Some students glanced at him from time to time because they were still not used to seeing such hair colour. Sometimes Jimmy gets angry and takes a chisel, ready to cut it but something strange happens. The chisel breaks into tiny pieces as it comes into contact with his hair. For that, he was condemned to always live like this.

She rocks slowly back and forth whilst working on her crochet. "Two heirs there will be. One of light and one of dark. One to tear the world asunder and the other to bring the pieces back together. The seeker must seek but be aware that all is not as it seems." her voice cries out, the ring of truth echoing through it.

Her Lycan was indeed young and playful but the power that came of her Lycan was unmatched in even myself and my Lycan . Nari was born to be a leader. She was a true Luna Queen and that made my chest puff up in pride . Prince Kurat is very like Tynan at his age and I knew the Goddess had matched them to rule over my Kingdom and bring it out of the darkness I have had it in since she was taken from me . I long for the day the gates will be open , for the castle to have new life in it and become a home again instead of the cold tomb it has been since the day she was snatched away from me .

“And I don't know. The last boyfriend I had was in ninth grade, and I can't even remember how we broke up. But I do like him around.” She smiled unconsciously when she spoke of him, her eyes unable to hold contact. She did like him. I had planned to mess with her, but I decided to hold back. “I don't like guys,” Orion muttered after finding a dress that suited her dark vibe. “They smell like dicks. I prefer girls, beautiful creatures with blissing smiles.” “No one cares,” I replied. “Alright, babes, are we ready to do this?” “Eww,” Mira groaned as they burst into laughter. “Stop talking like that, Tristan. It's terrifying.”

There was too many of them. I stared desperately from the shifting fog back to the Erelim again. Fear engulfed me. Pushed my face into the pillow. I screwed my eyes tight shut. 'Once a King or Queen of Narnia, Casey Brogan', whispered Mr Tumnus, slipping his warm hand into mine, 'always a King or Queen of Narnia.' My eyes flew open.

She nods enthusiastically, then yawns. "Jennifer, you must not miss your sleep in your eagerness to read. You have all the time in the world. Come, I will show you the other books in the series." He leads her to the shelf labelled 'Fantasy' then reaches down for another volume. "What did you especially like about the story?" "Oh, everything! The children going to Narnia and the battles and Edmund being bad but then being sorry and being good. But I liked Lucy best. She's not pretty but she's so brave."

I have been there, and now I am me, Sapphire Welshly Sylverstein-Knightwalker. THE END

But the more I looked, the more it felt like staring into a mirror I had never agreed to stand before. Aeryna.Descendant.Me. "I can't..." The words tore from my throat. "That can't be true. I'm not..." Panic surged in my chest, clawing at my ribs, stealing my breath. "I'm just... I'm just Narine." Sargis pressed his hand harder against my back, as if by sheer force he could hold me together when I was splitting apart. But it wasn't his strength that broke through the noise inside me, it was Soraheneth's voice.