Chronicles Of Narnia Order Novels & Stories

Old scrolls and decaying journals were stacked high in metal crates. And I wasn’t supposed to be here. Even as an Alpha, these records were locked away—preserved by the last remaining priest of the Lunar Order, who wouldn’t let anyone touch them. But I knew the old codes. And I was willing to break every rule if it meant understanding what Nyx truly was—and what was coming for her. My fingers brushed over an old cloth-bound ledger labeled in Old Tongue: “Lunari Sanguis: The Sealed Line.” Bingo.

and with that, Cassandra walked out of the office. Lara moved around, touching the shelf. It was dusty. The books looked old and some were even torn. When was the last time someone went through the records? She frowned. How did they function without knowing what they were doing? She picked up a book and opened it. It had records of every sword produced in that year and their prices. She tried recalling the current price for one. With books like this, she would be able to hone her calculation skills. She smiled and sat down on the dirty chair, unbothered. She brought out some other books and placed them on the table.

Cassian said, already strapping his sword to his back. “Wait.” Lena turned to Idris. “Is it just Varelith?” “No.” His expression darkened. “There are whispers of something moving in the north, too. People claim to have seen figures in black robes near the shattered temples of Orin’s Rest.” Cassian swore. “The Order of the Hollow.” Lena felt a chill creep into her bones. The Order had been destroyed in the last great war, their leader sealed away after trying to open the Rift completely. If they were stirring again…

But the moonlight felt cold, distant, like a door slowly closing. Aiden’s voice rumbled from behind her. “Your brother… he’s slipping.” “I know,” she murmured. “And I don’t know how to save him.” “You may have to fight him,” Aiden said grimly. “I won’t fight my own blood,” Liora snapped. “Then prepare to bury him.” The New Order At dawn, a horn’s mournful blare shattered the Sanctuary’s uneasy peace. Scouts burst into the hall, their faces pale with fear.

"How can there be order without chaos. Nothing in the universe remains unchecked. When the origin divine artefact, the 'Book of Order', brought about order, her polar opposite did not sit still. The 'Chaotic Flames' which had the same history and was in itself, a powerful origin artefact more than capable of contending with the 'Book of Order', lived up to its name- and brought chaos. The history is a long one. I cannot say it all. All that is important is that the 'Chaotic Flames' won that long war. And true to his name, he singed the 'Book of Order', yet he couldn't destroy her. But its victory wasn't without cost. It was weakened as well. The weakened 'Book of Order' didn't let up though,

"Harper-" "I heard you," I said, and crossed the circle line. The bundle was heavier than it looked. As soon as my fingers closed around the cloth, something happened that bypassed all rational thought and went straight to whatever part of me was made of grace and old light and the particular frequency of the Order's bloodline: it hummed. Low and resonant and unmistakable, like a tuning fork struck against the exact note your bones were made of.

I want you…I bit my lip, the taste of sin and lust driving me insane. The isolation gnawed at me, so I slipped away to the balcony for fresh air. The night sky stretched above me, jeweled with stars but no moon. The breeze kissed my skin, and I closed my eyes, soaking in the peace until it shattered at the touch of a rough hand on my bare back. “What the hell!” I spun, panic flaring, only to see a pot-bellied man with a greasy smile. Recognition hit me like bile. Caleb. Beatrice’s nerdy brother from high school, now aged and foul.

Speculation on their logic creeps in. “The Order tracks and assists the reincarnated souls of the three Moon Goddesses.” Camilla’s comrade chimes in, the rough husky voice filling the room. “Selene,” he nods in Elle’s direction, “Hecate,” he nods at Nora, “and the lesser known Diana.”

Isabella yelled with excitement. Mellony closed the lid tightly and they headed back to the shack. They went in and closed the door. Mellony took a piece of chalk from her apron and drew a magical circle on the floor. She placed the hourglass in the center of it. Then she recited the enchantment. “Past, present, and future. You remain the same. Birth, life, and death are not the things you claim. Let me tip the scales with the sands of time. For the spell is cast like a chime.”

"Sorry, but I was informed that you are still underaged, hence I can't serve you your request" " Oh wow" " A goblet of Bacchanalian Brew please" came the voice from her back. It was her helper. Was he ordering her same order to showoff to her or what? She thought. " Alright. I know that you helped me get in, but I think you should stop following me by now" she told him " Follow you? I came here to behold Phoenixes newest dancers" he said pointing at the girls who stood on the platform, some vaguely dressed and some not, dancing to all who cared to look.