Lion Witch And Wardrobe Series Novels & Stories

The tension in the room eased slightly, and Lily felt herself relax marginally. "Well," she said, reaching for her glass of whiskey, "now that we've established you two aren't going to kill each other immediately, shall we get on with the family history lesson?" Lily's mother nodded, her emerald eyes, so similar to Lily's own, flashing with an ancient wisdom. "Our bloodline, the Winters, carries with it a legacy of extraordinary power," she began, her voice low and melodious. "Much like the Ravencrofts are renowned among vampires, we are... formidable in the realm of witchcraft."

Triana said, stepping towards one of the wardrobes and opening it. After checking three wardrobes filled with fabrics, Triana found one with a pile of cloaks of various sizes. She smiled and picked one with a slightly bright but neutral color and a large hood. "Can I take this one-" Triana's question halted when she turned around and found a large wardrobe sliding without making a sound. She stood up, her wide eyes fixed on a dark, mysterious corridor that emerged from behind the wardrobe. "A secret room," she murmured as she approached Vlador, who stood in front of the corridor.

--------- QUEEN SEVINA is a witch and an immortal. She has been ruling over the entirety of Vire, the most powerful and biggest kingdom in the expanse of EARTHORIA. The whole kingdom of Vire has been acknowledging Queen Sevina for so long now as the most royalty among royalties. She is their leader of leaders; the queen of all kings. Many feared her for her unbridled power as a witch and the fact that she could diminish any size of enemies with just a snap of her hand. In simplest words, she has always been invincible. But until today, her power and her greatness have been challenged by a certain news that was dropped on her this morning. And that was more than enough to make her restless an

"The wolf just drew a spell chart. How is this possible?" There are mumbles around me. Most of these fancy city lords are having a hard time believing that a country Alpha could see what they could not. Gideon places a hand on my shoulder. "Well done, Axel," his grin is genuine. "Most witches would have missed that connection." I shrug. "Maybe I got a bit more of my grandmother than I thought," I grin, "both of them." "Tomorrow night," the Elf-lord looks up from the map, his eyes holding a new level of respect. "We need time to gather our forces, but tomorrow, young Wolf Mage, we will reclaim your Luna."

“Thanks.” "I'm going to leave." Violet exited the salon and found a maid outside whom she directed to find Leah and bring her back to the salon. Everything happened in an instant; Violet was an ordinary witch one moment and a royal witch the next. He knew one thing for certain: the royal family didn't have the full picture, which was a good thing. They were leaving Tawland the next day and returning home, but he would be lonely because Violet was not accompanying him. "Man, you've been acting like that for hours. What is it that bothers you?" Taylor asked.

It was also my first time hearing that the witches has been with us all these while. "He is indeed a lycan blood, Wolland. How is this possible? I thought–" "You should stop asking questions and just tell me a good way to stop him from ever shifting into that wolf and shift into a four hind legs instead." Baby Thorien was clutched against my chest while watching them with the corner of my eye. Every word they said, I heard but they were one scary thing that had my tongue tied. If I were told about witches flying around us by someone else, I wouldn't have believed it. But there she is, speaking and interacting with Wolland like he was her playmate. Perhaps she was…

It projected a moving image of two people, Tristan and Anne. It was that time when he revealed his special ability to Anne. "Didn't see that coming," stunned, the Witch made her remark. "How was that possible, Teacher?" eyes wide open, Sherfy asked. The dragonfly emerged from the mirror and fixated itself on the surface of Serina's emerald brooch, which is clipped on the cloth on her chest. With that, it appears to have lost its life and completely turned into an embossed decoration to the gem. "How about we ask him directly?" she answered with a smirk.

She said looking at the ceiling. The guys were shocked. Mouths hanging open and everything. I reached over and pushed Robbie’s jaw up making him close it. “You what?!” He whisper yelled shocked. “Yeah, we got our wolves.” “B-b-b-but your birthdays aren’t for another three weeks!” Alec stated. “We have no idea but we have them not.” Louise said with a shrug and smile. “You know what this means right?” Robbie asked looking at Alec. Alec nodded his head before looking at Louise.

Four witches lifted their heads from the big table and looked at me the way working dogs look at a new loud noise—ready, unimpressed, listening for trouble. “Brought a vampire past the line?” said the woman by the hearth. Close-cropped hair, bone bracelets, hands dusted in flour and ash. “That’s brave or stupid.” “Useful,” Lucian said, without heat. He didn’t look back at me when he said it. He didn’t have to. The ward in the lintel throbbed once as if seconding the motion, then settled, a rumble through the wood into my bones. I felt it test my edges. I let it. Fighting another creature’s house is how you end up a cautionary tale.

Livia stood in front of the large wardrobe. Her eyes remained fixed on it. In awe. The wardrobe was vast, neatly arranged with a modern design she had never even imagined before. It was completely different from the wooden wardrobe in her small room—old, slightly tilted, and with doors that had to be pulled carefully so they wouldn’t come off. She swallowed softly. “Can I try pressing it again… just to make sure the door really opens automatically?” Adrian gave a short nod.