Land Of The Stories Book 6 Novels & Stories

Aria tried to apologize. She had them dressed up in their night clothes and tucked them into bed. “Mama, can you tell us a story…?” Laura coughed. “Yes, baby. Where are your story books… found it.” She stretched her hands toward the night stand. Aria flipped the book open and started reading from it. “A long time ago in the animal kingdom, there was a little lion prince called Simba, whose parents ruled over the forest, but died after the betrayal of his uncle, Mufasa…”

The Snow was under attack, the Mashirotzu was abroad, and the father was in charge. We were about to be descended upon by forces of pure evil, I was sure of this. Every kid in the kingdom knew the horror stories of the last great war, and even though we were not alive then, we can still see a lot of its effects around. The kingdoms of the west were reduced to the shadows of what they used to be. My grandmother told me of the beauty of the west, but today the place is full of struggling kingdoms. Most of the powerful kingdoms to the west were wiped out of existence as the Darkened one replaced them with his fortresses of terrors. These lands were won back by the union of races but the evils t

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 106

Mouthing the words, ‘I love you’, he closed the door behind him. Arthur studied her for a moment. Her quickness to defend the place before he’d had an opportunity to say what he thought about it didn’t go unnoticed. He hadn’t had any firsthand exposure to Center Land, but he’d heard varied tales about it. They ranged from brainwashing the children who were being trained as soldiers for the surface to segregating the children who showed promise from the ones who were lacking. He hoped that the stories about them disposing of those lacking in the most horrific ways imaginable -mainly, feeding them to the ever threatening beasts that roamed about- were just stories, but he had his concerns.

Aran tugged at Alex’s shirt until he was lifted into his lap, head tucked under his chin. Elian sprawled on the carpet, coloring in a half-finished dragon drawing. “Story time?” he asked sleepily. Alex nodded. “What kind of story tonight?” “Adventure,” Elian said. “But with pancakes.” I laughed. “That’s a recurring theme.” He nodded seriously. “Pancakes make heroes strong.” --- So Alex told the story — his voice low, rhythmic. A brave dragon who learned to make peace instead of war. A kingdom that grew gardens instead of walls.

Golden doors that never opened from the inside. The stories came from Freya. Every night before bed, her mother would tell her about the world before King Valir. About streams that sang through ancient trees. About fairies who slept beneath mushrooms. About wolves that watched from a distance but never harmed the Ronas. About Ronas who grew flowers because they loved beauty—not because people paid fortunes to own it. Maya used to beg for the stories over and over again. She wanted details. What color were the houses? How tall were the trees?

The Land of Lymfieya is something I have read about countless times and I find it fascinating anytime I read about it. Who wouldn't love a story about a land filled with blessed wolves, a land where seers and magic exist and live in harmony? The blessed wolf and their mates are the rulers and are respected and adored by all. I loved reading such stories. The fog once again came and I was before my parents, each carrying one of us, the priest placed his hands on our heads and I could see the worry in his eyes.

More, and more. End of Book 1

Forever. End of book 36

A hand pressed against the inside of the glass. The older Lily closed her eyes. "I hoped we'd have more time." A deep, resonant voice rolled through the tower, the sea, and the darkness beyond. It was calm. Almost kind. Yet every word carried impossible weight. "The thirteenth story has reached my door." Luke tightened his grip on Lily's hand. The voice continued. "Now let us discover... whether it ends differently