Finn From Adventure Time Novels & Stories

I answered and Cirdan chuckled. “Wise girl but anyway, your guide will be Finn, he is a goofball but he is friends with everybody so that is a good trait for your guide, especially when you meet shifters.” Cirdan explained as he knocked on a door. Then opened it. It was a class and everybody in it except the teacher turned to look at the door, girls started tittering and I rolled my eyes. Maybe Dad was right about no much difference between high schools. After all, all girls started tittering in front of a handsome boy. If I was not feeling out of my depth, maybe I would have flirted with him too. “Please, I would need to borrow Finn, duty calls.” Cirdan said and a boy with red hair, lanky s

Blair asks with a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Oh this?” Finn spun around us to show us his costume. “I am portraying Rumpelstiltskin! Do I not look quite dashing?” Finn chuckles but was received by a growl from Blair. “Would you please stop pestering us and just go on with your day?” Blair spat that results in Finn making a sad puppy face that makes me vomit inside. “But I want to spend the day with you!” Finn insisted. “And I do not. I already have Miss Clara to accompany so now go on and find somebody else to annoy. Goodbye!”

I asked as we passed the familiar corridor. "Your aunt and uncle? Yes." Thane's voice was grim. "Still claiming they can't tell us who sent them." "Maybe after this, we'll have better luck getting answers from them too." Finn sat huddled in the corner of his cell, knees drawn to his chest. He looked even younger in the torchlight—seventeen, maybe eighteen. Just a kid. A kid who'd been sent to spy on us. "Open it," Kael ordered the guard.

“Before we go, here.” He gave me a sword, then another to Mira, and one more to the young man who still hasn't said a word. “You will need to defend yourself when you have to. That should help.” Finn said. Let's go. It was amazing how Finn was able to help me lead us out of the pack beyond the border into the forest. If I didn't know better, I would think Finn was not blind. But from the number of times I have spent observing him, I have realized that his sense of smell and sound is great, better than the seven of us combined; it was almost like his superpowers.

Finn. Standing there, his hand raised, like he’d stopped mid-knock. He scanned Alice, then me. When his eyes landed on my face, he blinked, and for a second, I saw his confusion. “Who are you?” Alice snapped. “Wait.” I stepped forward before she could say anything else. “He’s—he’s Arthur’s beta.Finn.”

Finn, he needed to know who I was so he could tell me what happened all those years ago, how he managed to escape, and why he hadn’t come to find me like he’d promised. “Who are you?” I asked. He cocked his head to the side and chuckled. “My name is Bryan.” “Bryan what?” “Farris.” “I . . . You’re . . . Bryan Farris?” “Yeah.” “Are you sure?” “Quite.” Looking at him up close and without my crazy-colored glasses, Bryan had chestnut brown eyes, not blue like Mr. Finn’s, and he was younger. He looked like a teenage boy rather than a grown man. In fact, he looked like he could have been Mr. Finn’s son, though what were the odds of that? I groaned. Act normal, Sera, act normal.

Finn, feeling the encouragement and backing of his pack resonating within him, walked towards the den with the intention of locating Seraphina. His goal was to engage in a sincere and transparent conversation that he had been evading until now. Upon his arrival in the den, it became apparent to him that Seraphina was conspicuously absent. Instead, he discovered his younger sister, Luna, who had been Seraphina's trusted companion and confidant for a significant period of time. Luna raised her gaze towards him, her eyes reflecting a deep sense of worry. "Finn, it is important for you to have a conversation with Seraphina. Throughout the entire day, she has remained secluded in her den, indicat

Darren said. Then, he turned to the backseat and smiled at Finn. "My name is Darren Swanson from the Eagle Tail Pack," he said. "I would shake your hand, but I see you're pretty busy with the thing." Finn looked scared. I could tell that he had a primal fear of strangers. "What's your name?" Darren asked with a glint in his eyes. "Finn." "And do you have a last name?" Darren raised an eyebrow. "I don't have a last name," Finn replied.

“And talking loud about it doesn’t make you less scared.” That landed. Hard enough that two of them looked away at once. No one liked being named accurately. Finn, who had been half under a BMW for the last ten minutes and contributing very little beyond the occasional remark, rolled himself out on the creeper and grinned up at the ceiling. “Ah, there it is. Morning encouragement from our future fearless leader. Really gets the blood singing.”

JADE I spun around quickly and watched as a young man entered the room with a steaming cup of tea which he offered to me. The scent of herbs rose from the tea and I refused it immediately, shaking my head and pressing back against the pillows. He did not push. Instead, he left it at the bedside table close to me. “My name is Finn,” he said calmly, pulling a chair closer and sitting down. “I am a veilborn. One of the few veilborn werewolves in the entire Hawthorne Pack and the neighboring packs as well.”