Edmund Narnia Novels & Stories

“But . . . you are . . . a Black Knight . . .” “Yes, Majesty. And my vow has always been to protect the realm. I am doing so. I have been shown the truth that Dark Magic is the true magic, and that the Alva’himar will bring order to Edon.” Emerik frowned, struggling to speak. “Your . . . tale. Your . . . time with . . . the Minotaurs. A lie?”

Ewan asked rather excitedly. “Yes, sir. Is there some significance to that name?” “When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.”

a voice barked. Zane jolted upright, his wig nearly slipping sideways. His instincts made him reach for a gun he didn’t have. His hand twitched toward his hip before he remembered it was a sword, not a pistol. He didn’t even know how to use this one. Wrong century. Wrong life. Standing in the doorway was Kim Insoo, captain of the guards, his brows knotted, chest heaving like he’d just run across the palace. His sharp eyes swept across the room, landing squarely on Dr Tae.

Emily would listen, nodding politely, but her mind was always elsewhere, lost in memories of her brothers and the life she had left behind. Inishola, perceptive and understanding, gave her space. He sensed her sadness and tried to comfort her in his way, providing her with books to read and encouraging her to explore the vast estate. He even arranged for her to have her horse, a beautiful black mare named Nyx, hoping that riding might bring her some joy.

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

Emily complimented with surprise. “I had a rough time before” Edmund replied with a small smile. ‘CEO Edmund Hale had a rough time before? The guy who actually owns all the businesses in the country and abroad from jewelries and gemstones to textile industry, tours and travels, expensive clubs, pharmaceuticals, a big part of the medical industry and last but not the least the he is the king of video game world. How did he have such a rough time before that he was unable to afford a comb?’ Emily couldn’t help but think about his statement.

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

He paused for a long moment before saying, “I suppose at this point it won’t matter. We are heading for Eden.” “Eden?” I exclaimed softly in complete lack of understanding as to where that was. “Yes, at least that’s what the Nazis called it. Never been there myself, but I’m sure that it’s a regular goose marching paradise.” My mind searched for clues as to what made sense of what I was hearing. Pulling on memory I said, “Do you mean Antarctica, the part of it called New Swabia by the Germans in World War II?” “Well, now, you do know a thing or two, don’t you my dear. No bad American blonde jokes for you, although I do detect a little something else other than American.”

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."

With all of them. But I kept it. The door opened behind me. Two sets of footsteps on the path. Small and large. Edmund was home for the spring holiday. He had brought his newest notebook. “Mum," he said. "I need to check the eastern drainage section." “I know," I said. "I will move." "You do not have to move," he said. "I can work around you." He crouched at the wall beside me with his probe and his notebook.