Edmund Pevensie Novels & Stories

"Could I have a penny, sir?" "What?" Muttered Edward distractedly, striking a match to a packed pipe. "A penny, sir- haven't eaten all day!" "That is a lie- but it seems I will not be rid of you! There, now! Ask Mrs. J for a biscuit, you're clearly after one!" And with that he pulled three pennies from the pocket of his dressing gown, throwing them irritably at the delighted lad. Mylo scrambled about the room, plucking them from the wooden floor. It was at this moment that Professor Barland chose to enter the fray, opening the door and nearly tripping headlong over the boy as he reached for a final penny tucking itself under the ottoman.

answered Emma. Emma’s elder cousin rubbed his hands together as he introduced himself, “Nice to meet you. I’m Emma’s elder cousin, Timothy Snow.” “Nice meeting you, Timothy,” Sadie greeted back politely. Timothy welcomed her cheerily, “Make yourself at home, don’t feel shy.” “Thank you. I’ve actually been here before… Madam Pomfrey, do you still remember me?” Sadie had been to Emma’s place several times in the past, so she went to Emma’s grandmother directly.

"No matter where she and that bastard pup are hiding, I'll find them." Our pup, Edmund Irvin, who had been floating beside me, shrank back in fear when he heard that. "Mommy, is that man really my daddy?" Edmund died when he was only three. I didn't know how to explain to him, so I pulled him into my arms and ruffled his hair. "It's okay, Edmund. He can't catch us." Kade kicked the door open. The crash echoed through the premises and startled Patricia Howl, the old she-wolf living next door. She shuffled over on trembling legs and asked cautiously, "Who are you looking for?"

Edmund’s reply was again emotionless but there was a hint of pain in his eyes. “Everyone?” Emily asked in astonishment. For that moment, she hated each and every person belonging to Crescent Moon pack for making his Edmund feel so lonely. “Not really everyone. Percy never believed anything. He was always by my side. That idiot trusted me a bit too much” Edmund replied with a small chuckle. “Percy also belongs to Crescent Moon pack?” Emily asked, this time her eyes and mouth were open in shock.

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.”

“Who?” The door opened wider. Edmund. “Edmund?” I stood quickly, surprised “You came all this way?” He smiled and opened his arms. “Of course. I had to make sure you were okay.” I crossed the room and hugged him tightly. “I’m so glad to see you.” We pulled apart, and Ryan peeked out from behind the doorframe, cautious. I motioned him over. “Ryan, this is Edmund. He’s a friend.” Edmund knelt and offered Ryan a small puzzle cube with shifting colors.

he ruffled my hair quite fondly and pinched my nose tip. “Wh…who is Edmund?” When he went away, Vicky asked me. Her eyes had suspicion in them, “My neighbor. Aiden’s grandfather.” Noah and Vicky both seemed shocked. They both didn’t know that Aiden was my next-door neighbor.

I frowned at him and tried to punch his shoulder, but he dodged it which made my fist land on the table and he burst into series of laughter. "It's fine, Mrs Humphrey, I'm used to her". Edward said, I could see he's trying to hold back his laughter. I regret having Arthur as a younger brother sometimes, he's always on my neck. Edward turned to me after sobering up. "My queen, his Majesty doesn't know anything other than bringing peace to the supernatural world and protecting the supernatural creatures" I scoffed mentally, protecting the supernatural world indeed. "He knows nothing about having daily conversations or stuffs, he does everything professionally but I can see he's really trying t

“Same answer as Room 14,” “Good,” he said. “Same answer from me.” He knocked. Thirty seconds. The door opened. A man. Late eighties. Smaller than I’d imagined from Gabriel’s description which was wrong, because I’d built Arthur Pemberton from a care home in Norwich and a letter in careful trembling handwriting and he was standing here on Grantchester Street on Christmas morning in a wool cardigan and slippers and looking at me with the specific expression of someone who has been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

a voice called from behind I turned at once and saw a man with a white beard, dressed in a white suit "Who are you sir?, and how do you know my name?" I asked my mother and sister walked to where I stood and they greeted the old man before me "I guess we haven't met each other in a better circumstance but that's about to change, I'm Edwin Pendragon, the great and fearless man, and also the biggest oil mogul," he said