Finn From Adventure Time Novels & Stories

It was calling him to fight. Finn took a deep breath, his mind a whirlwind of desperate, creative energy. He was not just a cartographer. He was a shepherd. He was a guardian. He was a warden. And he was the only one who knew the truth. The only one who had heard the scream. The only one who could save the forest.

And the sad thing is, it’s working. I’m almost to the cells, happy that Aspen mapped it out the best she could, when I hear footsteps running up behind me. I turn quickly to prepare myself, but I see Finn’s face come into view. Goddess, he’s gotten so freaking big, it’s hard to believe it’s only been two years. He doesn’t smile at me, he’s in work mode, ready to get on with the plan and make it out. Hopefully alive. He puts his finger over his mouth, then slowly walks a little further down the hall.

"But Finn is not those people. Finn is a seven-year-old who told Parliament that Uncle Callum earned his position and that earning matters more than being born to something. He is not the tool they are trying to make him." I think about Finn, who arrived three days ago and who looked at everything in London with the quality of someone for whom everything is new and therefore everything is interesting, and who sat in the shelter courtyard and counted the pigeons and told me their specific flight patterns, and who has Cormac's jaw in the way that I have Valentina's eyes, which is to say something of someone who is not here is visible in someone who is. "We're both supposed to be something," I

I was given one of the special obsidian stones that those who lived Seeravi used, and when we transported into the Tidirath palace, we were immediately met by Adelina, Finn’s mom, who pulled me into a warm embrace as I sobbed into her shoulder. We were now sitting down for a formal breakfast with Finn’s family — well, his mom and dad, at least, since his brothers had all left for the human realm after our ceremony to look for their own mates — and with King Magnus and Queen Masha. And a little boy, who looked to be about two or three years old. I looked between him and the king and queen, trying to figure out who he was to them. I didn’t remember seeing him when we were here for our ceremony

Leaving me deeper in the hole that my sorrow had dug. A shriek came from the kids area. Finn had turned into a dragon and was letting the kids slide down the length of his wings as if he were a giant jungle gym at a park. Even from this distance, I could see the heated looks Drace was shooting him. If they were by themselves...I pushed the thoughts aside.

There are only two people who are parking in this slot. ‘And that man is Finn, Zion’s father.’ I stayed in my place because of my position as the secretary of the manager of the Fantell. 'I had to greet this old bastard. Tssk.' After parking his blue car, Finn hopped down and met my gaze. Although he is an old guy, Finn has still the face that can grab any women's eyes. He has brown hair, sharp gray eyes, pointed nose, thin lips, sculpted jaws and beard on his chin. He has wrinkles under his eyes, both side of his nose and his neck. However, there's no doubt that he is the father of the handsome Zion.

Irvin had left to walk his brother back to his room and let Henrick handle the situation. “What’s your plan now?” Henrick asked him. His arms crossed on his chest, body slouched on the chair. “I don’t know.” He said. Pouting. Finn is practically a kid in a teenager boy’s body. He’s always been the playful and predictable among them, and even until now he couldn’t fathom how Boone liked the guy so much to the point that he would let him stay on his place that even Henrick aren’t allowed.

Audora said to her and was given a smile in return. ......" I just hope she's better." A faint voice was heard and when she turned to look in the direction of the voice, she saw a brown headed guy who got lost typing a message on his phone. His friend walked away from him but her stare didn't waver from him hoping she knew the face somewhere. He noticed this quickly and he didn't waste any time in returning the gesture.

“Yes, I’m sure Zephyr would be… thrilled about that.” There was something odd in his tone, but before I could analyze it, Finn was knocking on my door with the enthusiasm of an excited puppy. “Zephyr? It’s Finn Ashworth! From the woods? I know you’re in there!” I closed my eyes, praying he’d give up and go away. “Please, I just want to thank you properly. And maybe… well, maybe we could be friends? I don’t have many friends here, and you seem really brave and kind, and—”

He zoomed the toy through the air, giggling. I forced a smile, kneeling to hug him, my tears hidden. “That’s spectacular, buddy,” I said, my voice shaky. “You’re so good at that.” Chris knelt beside us, ruffling Finn’s hair. “Hey, champ, wanna play with dinosaurs later? I’ve got a T. rex at home.” Finn’s eyes lit up. “Yeah. Can we, Mommy?” “Sure,” I said, my heart aching. Finn was so happy with Chris, so unaware of the danger, the pain. I had to keep it that way.