Lion Witch And Wardrobe Series Novels & Stories

It was a scent that made her inner wolf want to curl up and submit, a scent that marked this entire fortress as his personal hunting ground. Her steps led her toward the massive, dark wood wardrobe that spanned an entire wall. Sliding the heavy doors open, she let out a quiet breath. Inside, there were no colorful tunics or frivolous court attire. Rows of his immense, fur-lined black cloaks hung like sleeping beasts, the heavy pelts of alpha wolves and mountain bears thick and pristine. Beside them hung his dark leather tunics, stiff with structural reinforcement, and his black steel armor pieces, dented and scratched from a hundred historical battles. But it was the lower section of the war

Then the curly-haired youth whistled very loudly, demanding attention. “Our wait is over, guys. This is the moment we have been waiting for a long time.” His wings flapped higher so that the rear row could hear. “Prepare yourselves, even though there isn't time for that. Tonight we face off against that damn Witch." Without command, Wiggy's people immediately rushed to their tents and treehouses to put on armor and take weapons. Louise ordered Otho back to Silverwall to prepare. In the corner of the main treehouse room, Lillian adjusted her armor with tears in her eyes, her breathing was shallow, and her hands were shaking violently. She tried his best to hide it all, but Harold was sensitiv

Cordelia Locke is Ronan's true love, and she, Lily, is Cordelia Locke's friend, equivalent to half of Ronan's true love. Wouldn't this neglected second wife be scared? She leisurely prepared to take the dress. Lyra slammed the other door of the wardrobe shut. Lyra's usual imposing aura radiated, and she sternly said, "If you dare touch my things today, believe it or not, I'll cut off your hands?" Lily was startled by Lyra's momentum, raised her eyebrows, and walked to the table. She took a cup of milk from it and poured it over her head.

Cream painted walls glistened with a brush of gold flecks stressing the Lycan Kings fortune. The witch moved quickly up the staircase that was made of amazon rosewood- which is exotic and rare- and embedded in diamonds. Portraits of Lycans during war clung to the walls. Some large and others small. I ask, "And your name is?" The witch glances at me and smiles slightly. "Sophia Storm," she introduces, taking a left up the stairs and walking down a corridor. Nia stirs within me, my ears now perked and nose held high, sensing something. Danger? No, her reaction would be different. I sniffed the air, my eyes drifting shut to feel what she is sensing, and I found it.

The car journey wasn't as awkward after that, the Second in Command had introduced himself as Sam with Torey telling me that the other four wolves were pack warriors who were following close behind in two cars. Luara began to shuffle in her car seat, she was getting restless from being bored. I leaned down, grabbing her coloring book from her bag, passing it to her along with some coloring pencils. She started to draw two wolves on the blank piece of paper while forcing Elijah to hold her pencils. Elijah watched on as she began coloring them in, his eyes concentrating on every movement. "You got names for the two wolves you're drawing?" Luara nodded eagerly, pointing to her drawings. "This o

If she'd hidden something important, it wouldn't be easy to find. It took three hours before I discovered the false bottom in her wardrobe. My fingers trembled as I pried up the wooden panel. Underneath lay three leather-bound grimoires, their covers marked with symbols I didn't recognize. Protection wards hummed around them, but they recognized my blood and let me pass. I pulled out the first grimoire and opened it. My mother's handwriting filled the pages, hurried and desperate. Notes about containment spells, blood magic, sealing rituals. And one phrase repeated over and over.

“The Witch alone is a problem. Even sealed by mountain ash, she bends rules no one else dares touch. And this isn’t some outpost or graveyard—we’re talking about the Steinhart Research Centre. It’s suicide to just storm it.” I chuckle darkly, striding toward him. My boots echo like war drums in the underground chamber. “Let me worry about the Witch. My brother can keep Oliver Steinhart busy. As for the rest…” I lift my gaze to his. “That’s where you and your squad come in.” Hudersone’s jaw clenches, but he nods stiffly. Just then, the thick metal door groans open. Liroy steps in, his sleeves rolled to the elbows, veins bulging with effort as he hauls in a reinforced crate. He sets it down wi

“It was twenty years ago. Back when I was young and naive. I had just traveled to your time searching for my friend and I had escaped my evil family. It was so hard to adjust to this day and age. Five hundred years had passed and everything had changed. I found my old home in shambles and It was completely deserted. It took a long while to make it liveable again and the forest to the south was still shrouded in darkness. My mother and my sisters were responsible for making it this way. Something went wrong and her dark magic went out of control. In their attempts to make me evil the spell backfired and it shrouded the forest in darkness. My family became victims of their own curse and when I

"The Petals of Power is a flower every witch possesses. It's the first thing you select as a witch or should I say, it chooses you." "Chooses you?" "Yes, you'll understand when we get there," Katie says and they make their way out of the room. ****************************** Katie leads Sarah outside the palace to what seems like a bare wall. She places her hands on it and a door forms almost immediately. She opens the door and they step in. There is a staircase on the inside that seems to lead to a basement. The room is dark so Katie opens her palm and a glow of light shines. They go down the short flight of stairs and Sarah sees it, it's a garden.

Don't know why I had to run so fast though. Slowly, she narrated how she had found the short lady in her house and how the woman used a creepy device on her. Mum slid her hands into the woman's jacket and brought a peculiar looking device. “I guess this was what she was reaching for.” “What is that exactly? How does it have powers against werewolves?” Mum shrugged one of her shoulders. “We definitely don't know what it is, but we know what it can do. Same as this woman.”