For Narnia Novels & Stories

The tunnel feels like it goes forever just because I really want to talk to her. Finally we reach the end of the tunnel and find ourselves in a large hole. Natalie climbs out first and then she takes off running in the direction of the tents that are on the other side of the clearing. When we finally make it to the tents, Natalie calls out “Cooper? Lyrica?” A million thoughts are travelling through my brain. Who is this Cooper? And who is Lyrica? What happened to Nat when she fell? Should I tell her all about finding the sword? All about what happened to her.

dad and Aiden asked at the same time. Miracle put her finger on her chin and pouted. “Grandpa is Ice King and Dada is King Arthur of Narnia.” They both giggled when the two men creased their forehead. Of course, Miracle had many movies and cartoons in her mind. She was also a fan of Narnia movies although she was just a little kid. “Okay, now that the princess is here. Let’s greet her with a Happy Birthday.” The announcer clapped her hands and the colorful lights changed from pure white and focused the brightest to Miracle. The Happy Birthday background music played and the visitors started to sing.

Tera muttered in frustration. The woman crouched down beside Nora and whispered softly, "The lion's name is Aslan." "Oh, Aslan! Yes, I forgot! Yes, Aslan is sleeping." Sebastian, still confused, sought Tera's help through his eyes. He always seemed lost whenever Nora talked about something he didn't know. Tera shook her head and sighed, "Aslan, the lion from the Narnia movie! Do you know the movie?" "Even if I did, I wouldn't remember. It has nothing to do with stock prices and coal."

The art was carved on half the wall when I spun back. “Gabriel, it’s beautiful!” I mouthed in awe. “The Voyage of Dawn Treader, it is called,” Gabriel informed, appearing behind me and slipping his arms around my waist. “King Caspian X’s ship,” I said breathlessly. He chuckled between my hair and ear. “You know stuff.” “Of course. The Chronicles of Narnia is one of my favorite books.” I turned around so I could see his gorgeous face. “It’s very beautiful, Gabriel. Thank you for showing it to me. Who made it?”

Orion said, tossing the note on to Ariadne’s bed. “It could be but right now it's all we got and they make sense.” Ariadne said becoming angry and it reflected in her tone. She unfolded the note and looked at it in her hands. “Ariadne’s Crown.” She groaned reading the note, did it mean The Crown the ship or did it mean her. She was named after the story of Ariadne. She became frustrated. She needed to know who was putting these notes on her door.

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.

I am here to transport Aliyon and his children away to protect this land from their pesky infiltration. ‘’So, you really are protecting humanity.’’ ‘’No. But I think it is not fair to declare a war against a nation that is clearly inferior to theirs. I am only transporting them to the timeless world.’’ ‘’What is timeless world?’’ ‘’You just got there earlier and you forget?’’ - GAHAHAHA!!! THUDDD-- Naran fell on the ground. ‘’The man disappeared? … Are you hurt Naran?! ‘’ ‘’Ouch, I suddenly fell on the ground, and I don’t know h-… What’s on my neck? It feels itchy.’’

Seeing the long table and foods on it, Beatrice was shocked. "Are we having other visitors?" She asked and aunty Mimi chuckled. "No, it's just for us, it's your first time here, so" Joy explained and Beatrice was surprised. The way of the rich is too dynamic. "Joy, have you ever been to a orphan home?" Beatrice asked, joy shook her head and looked at her with curiosity. "There are homes called the orphanage homes, they are so poor that they hardly eat a meal in a day"

he responded and I heard them running down the staircase almost immediately. It’s been eight years of pure bliss, living with the love of my life as husband and wife. We had two children, twins actually, they’re six years old. A girl; Adeoluwakiishi meaning the crown of God cannot be removed and a Boy Adeoluwakiitan meaning The reign of God cannot end. They were a handful most of the times but they were perfect. I went back to writing and I have my own thriving media and publishing company here in Nigeria. We are mainly into children books but in recent times we’ve been deviating more into books for the youth too, of diverse genre and we were doing absolutely well.

The minute we walk through the door the giggling and chatter of small people automatically has you smiling and the smell of fresh baking has your tummy rumbling . Nari laughs as a couple of the younger kids are aiding each other in the attempted theft of some cupcakes . “Nari” comes from the soft but more confident voice of the little girl I knew would put a smile on my mates face . “Hey beautiful” Nari says as she scoops the young girl up and spins her around . “Nari , is it true you're a princess now?” Psalm asks in a voice just above a whisper , making me smile . “Yes she is , she is my Princess” I say as the small girl's eyes go wide that i have spoken directly to her before hiding her f