Edmund Narnia Novels & Stories

Edmund had come from a lower dimension, and it took him a lot of hard work to open the portal to the middle dimensions. Here, Edmund had cultivated tirelessly for almost ten thousand years to get to where he was. Knowing what he did during his time in the lower and middle dimensions, he was unwilling to enter the upper dimensions blindly. Following that, Edmund came up with his plan to use the other City Lords' powers to his advantage. Everything was going according to plan. He had gained control over the Four Great Families and would get five hundred thousand gold coins in offerings every year. And yet, Wilbur Penn had shown up out of nowhere. He might not have reached his full potential ye

I wore a long pendant chain, gold with a centre of gleaming turquoise that caught the eye against the purple. “It’s like a damn circus in here,” Edmund growled as he took a glass of port and spied his fellow gentlemen. “Ah, Lord Cunningham and the rest are here. I suggest you plan to make your own way home after tending to your sister. I have much to catch up on.”

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

Damn Edmund! I stepped away from a little. "Don't you know how people date?" Edmund laughed ominously on the other end of the phone. Damn it! If I had a thousand shadow stance like Naruto, I would come now and pull all of Edmund's hair bald. Patience, Em!

King Edgar Barnabas looked at Edmund's face curiously. From a very long time ago, he was a reliable trader and liked to collect antiques. Sometimes he came to black-market auctions to hunt for rare items that were considered lost and destroyed in Magica. Since Edmund's appearance, he had felt that Duke Brighton's face was very familiar, even though he could say this was the first time they had met.

“The child is innocent in all of this.” “Yes,” I said. “Then we raise the child,” he said. “Together. As Evergreen’s.” I looked at him. At the new Edmund — the one the east chambers had made, the one stripped of the boyishness and the avoidance and the specific weakness that Clara had found and exploited. The one that was harder and quieter and more considered. “Edmund,” I said. “It’s not simple.” “No,” he said. “It’s not.” “The pack will have questions.”

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

"You're so cute when you make a face like that. Just like a ten-year-old child." Edmund's gaze was blank for a few seconds, lots of emotions running through, and he wasn't good enough to interpret one by one. After calming down, the man refreshed his blonde hair with a sigh. Without saying anything, walked to the window to enjoy the moonlight. It wasn't his habit, but Edmund missed that shiny round thing now. The goddess of the night looked so bright, all the light on Edmund's castle, kind enough to light up the pitch-black Southern Kingdom.

“Hello again, young Damon. May I inquire; do you always speak with inanimate objects?” Damon froze, the plastic (abused) ends of the rake resting innocently over the ground, when the boy dropped it sheepishly. His pale face giving a twitch of discomfort as wispy lashes fluttered up to meet the crinkled grin of the man before him. “You’re that butler guy—Edmund.” “Indeed I am, young one.” Edmund said with a grin. “However, that doesn’t answer my inquiry. It’s polite to answer your elders, though I suppose if you don’t, I could always pretend I’m a hip twenty-something again.”

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.