Novel & Cerita Lion Witch And Wardrobe Series

Before anyone could comment on this miraculous development, another wolf came running up one of the sentries, breathless and clearly freaked out. “My lord,” he gasped. “The wards. Someone’s trying to break through them again. But it’s not rogues this time.” Dorian’s expression darkened. “Who?” “Witches.” ----- The witches arrived at noon, a coven of seven women who looked like they’d stepped out of a gothic fantasy novel and decided to make it everyone’s problem. They stood outside the newly reinforced wards, their leader a woman with silver eyes and hair like midnight raised one hand in greeting.

*Flashback* I stand to the side and watch as the witch sniffs the air and calls Desirey an imposter. The pure joy my dragon and I feel as she makes her drop to her knees. Then she does something strange, she walks up, slips a glove off and touches a finger to Desirey’s forehead. The witch’s head snaps back and her eyes glow even whiter than normal. It’s only a split second but I watch as she removes her hand, says something in her ancient tongue and I see them all blink before she slips that glove on and walks away with Bjorn chasing her like a love sick puppy.

"There is no reason to be embarrassed about your werewolf fantasies." Jordine chokes on her coffee, Liam and Tilda are shaking from suppressed laughter and Thomas has his eyes wide open, moving them from me to Hektor, trying to take everything in. These kids... They are criminals. "What fantasies? What?", Thomas turns to me in disbelieve, barely suppressing a smile. " There are... books? About us?" "Oh, yes...", Jordine's voice chimes in with mine. They turn and look at her now, while she takes another sip of her mug, looking at the ceiling. Aparently, werewolf novels are popular amongst werewolves,too!

Alley POV: Sitting around the table everyone showed no emotions. Patiently waiting on why we had called them here on an urgent matter. I had my hands in my lap fidgeting with my fingers. Stephen placed his hand over mine "Calm down princess it'll be fine." he mind linked me. "I'm going to ask that no one interrupt while I explain, after you are all free to ask any questions. Deal?" Everyone nodded their head but we had their full attention. "My mate and I have discovered some history of our lineages, as well as who we truly are. My bloodline comes from the last remaining royal line, we all know each family was bestowed a gift by the goddess herself. My family has the gift of a shield where n

If he was thinking what he had just said to me make any sense, then he had a big one coming. I shook his hands off my shoulders and walked away from where he was. I thanked the moon for the kind of walls we had in the mansion. The walls of Mansion Lakewood was built and sealed with a witch’s spell so the usual super sense of a werewolf that allowed them to hear everything did not work. Well it worked, but not for outsiders. So the people in the next room could not hear what we were saying. The spells were cast because of the Onwa witches who shared the mansion with us.

He knew he had to enter its realm once more. [Inside the Magic Book] Once again, the book transported him to the presence of Lucian, who now stood behind closed doors amidst a group of women. They wore white cloaks and each bore a spider tattoo on their forehead—a clear sign of witches. Several young girls were also present. "They must be witches," Mathias concluded, his attention drawn to their conversation. "Take the children away!" the first witch commanded, and they obediently followed her order. "Why have you come here? You are not welcome!" she sneered after the children had departed.

door and try to open it, only to find out that Lochan had locked it, possibly with magic. Frustrated, I peer at the door knob, trying to figure out how to open it without using magic. As I lean closer to the door, my marital necklace begins to glow brighter. Suddenly, the door makes a small click sound and creaks open. A small gasp leaves my lips as I gaze at the necklace. Zeron must have placed some sort of protection spell on the necklace. Maybe that's why I was able to resist Lochan's spell as soon as he left the room. Taking a deep breath, I step out of the room and I'm met with the typical longass royal hallway. Hiking up my dress, I hurry down the hall only to bump into a raven haired

I sat on the top step of the sweeping mahogany staircase in the House of Heights and tried not to look like the type of sorceres who’d claim a werewolve, drag him home to my Elizabethan mansion, and then stuff him in a wardrobe. Except, apparently that’s what Wolve Winners did. Who knew? Oh, apart from the stuffing in a wardrobe bit: that was just me.

The world tilted. One heartbeat I was standing in the bustle of the market; the next I was somewhere else entirely. I was in a dimly lit room where a hooded witch was leaning over a table. Gold coins spilled across the wood. She was speaking to someone hidden in the shadows in low tunes. “She’s a Direwolf,” the witch said. “The evidence we've been looking for. They still exist.” “Good. We must find them and eliminate them. Their powers are too strong for this world.” The cloaked figure replied.

Behind her, distant howls rose hunters, traitors, monsters who would steal what was not theirs. "Hold on, my love. Please, just a little farther," the woman whispered, tears mingling with the rain on her cheeks. The little girl whimpered softly, tiny hands clutching at her mother’s cloak. The woman reached a cave, her sanctuary of last hope. She was Lilith, witch of rare power, wife to a wolf duke far from home, and mother to a child both worlds would kill to claim. Their daughter, a hybrid of witch magic and wolf blood, was the key to untold power.