Novel & Cerita Lion Witch And Wardrobe Series

Like they were in a trance. “What’s going on out there!” Adolphus yelled out as he stomped towards the warehouse entrance. But before he could get halfway, the huge warehouse door burst right open. Adolphus was shocked at what was on the other side. It wasn’t Denzel, of course it couldn’t be. There was an invisible cloak on the warehouse. There was no way the wolves could find a way in on their own except they had the services of someone with great knowledge of magic. And the other option was…

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

CHAPTER 8 Lyra POV I stood from the bed, glancing around to see if there was anything I needed to take. I opened the door when I noticed the robe I was putting on. I shouldn't wear such a robe to the council meeting. If I knew nothing about the Wolf king, I could easily sense that. I turned around to locate where the wardrobe was, and I rushed back in. "Where is the wardrobe?" I muttered, walking around the spacious room. "Finally," I said, after finding Malrik's wardrobe.

She said. "Exactly. Cos it's fiction. Don't be easily convinced. I'm pretty sure that is how the story goes. This must be the last book of the series." "It's volume one." Anna said it a quiet voice and Sandra sighed as she dropped the book back on the table. "We have done about 60 dresses. It should be enough. Let's go." "Sandra." "No, Anna. Let's drop it. Witches. Don't. Exist. No one have ever seen them before. Okay? Why would witches exist in a world of wolves?" She snapped and Anna sighed taking the remaining dresses.

Green as spring and just as wild. My chest constricts. My pulse hammers. The wolf inside me prowls, restless and snarling for release. Ours. The word rips through me, raw and fierce like a growl. I grit my teeth, fighting to keep the beast inside. No. No, no, no. She can’t be here. This palace is meant for the powerful: royalty, lords, and chosen delegates. So why is a witch like her striding beside the High Witch herself?

most especially my aunt was waiting really impatiently. "Finally! Can we leave now?" She asked sighing in relief. I nod my head in reply. I hugged Britney good bye. "You had better give me all the deets on you and Christian when you get back." She mumbles in my ear before I separated from her. My uncle whispered a spell opening up a portal to HUDRATS, that's the name of the school my family owns. It's a school for witches and wizard. And also anything supernaturally related. The school exists to help people learn their magic.

I take a shower, wash my hair and start brushing my teeth. "I wonder what I'm going to wear today." I say to my self. I floss and go back to my room to find something to wear. Nothing. I have nothing to wear. Ugh could this day get any worse. I suddenly remember I'm a witch. I grab my phone and search for outfits on p*******t and I find one that catches my eyes. I stand and study the picture detaily before imagining it on me and in a second, the outfit is on me.

She nearly forgotten that it was soaked in her sweat from this morning and a part of her didn't care to sleep in it, but she got herself up anyway and worked on her laundry. "My life was never this bad, Teeka. Why did it have to turn out this way?" She asked the cat as she sat in the basement. The washer swished around loudly as she attempted to do her homework in peace. Teeka inclined her head at Willow's question, flicking her tail. "It's not like I asked to be a Witch. It just turned out that way, you know?" Willow complained a bit, tapping her pencil against her leg. Her eyes shifted to a small spider crawling along the wall before disappearing into the crack.

Lucas gasped and emits a sudden, forceful hacking sound as he squeezes out a few words, “Kiss… my white… werewolf ass.” Lydo gnawed. She thrust her hand against Lucas’ throat. “Wrong answer!” she snarled at Lucas with her fangs displayed. She was aiming for Lucas’ chest when a wind blast knocked her off her feet. Lydo hastily sprang back to her feet. Her gaze was drawn to a dozen of white clan witches all dressed in a white flowing gown. She’s outnumbered. Sniffing into the air, she sneered and disappeared into a puff of smoke by covering herself with her cloak.

I begin before Andrew interrupts. “Can you just give the short details?” He groans from the chair across the room, but Lyra shoots him a death glare and he shuts his mouth. “ONCE UPON A TIME,” I yell loudly, “there was a werewolf and a witch. The werewolf was one of the strongest Alpha’s in the world and his pack was feared above all other packs. The witch was tall, beautiful, and very powerful.”