Narnia Book Order Novels & Stories

which meant their value was going to be amazing. "The black one calms the other two. The red one is quite silly. The black one and the white one are affectionately playful with one another. They’re all very well-mannered, but the black one is such a sweetheart." Pearl ran her palm over his smooth fur and, at the last second, Dark nipped at her fingertips. Her hand jerked back from him as she glared daggers at the giant thing. "What do you want for them?" Alec tilted his head just slightly as White began to pace a slow and stalking circle that made his shoulders hunch with every step. He was thinking, and Pearl knew it. Well... she needed more spellbooks and money and, well, to open the porta

I chose the latter and opened my eyes with new determination. Apsu had sent me Hunji, and Tiamat had given me freedom. My visions were guidance from the gods, and I would follow where they led me. Wherever that might be. “Come Morgan, I have something to show you,” Tristan said. I followed him to the library where he led me over to one of the tables. “You asked about the Morrigan line, this book was all I had, not much but something.” He tapped his hand on a red leather-bound book that looked old. Next to it was a rolled scroll. “This,” He said picking up the scroll “Is the oldest record I have of the first settlers in Andora, predating my kin.”

I look up into the milky white eyes of my best friend and say one word. “Dragon’s!” **Authors note** I hope you have enjoyed Book 2, the next book, will follow on from this from Monday the 15th of Dec. Book 3 follows the story of Princess Emerald and King Vulcan in The Dragon Kings Golden Obsession. Hope to see you all soon :) MM xx

I could tell he was watching to see if I knew anything about this world of his. I picked up a book off the shelf and read the back. Dragons. A reluctant prince. A war-torn kingdom. Sounded like half the stuff I’d read in my twenties. Noah’s voice cut through the quiet. “That one’s good. But the second book’s better. The author finally figures out how to pace the fights.” I raised my eyebrows. “So you’ve read the whole series?” He nodded. “Twice.” “Alright, guide me then. Which one should I start with?”

Hayden thought. END OF BOOK 1

Then again, she wasn’t really a reader either. Walking through the store, Shiloh stopped and looked at the occasional signposts. About half the names she recognized. Hundred Acre Woods. Narnia. Andor. Forks, Washington. Hogsmeade. The Shire. Others she had no idea where they were. Prythian. Earth City. Navarre. Braavos. Opar.

The woman hurried to sign for the package, and I slipped toward the exit. By the time she turned around, I was already standing outside. “Ma’am, I can’t complete this order today. I’ll file an incident report with the app. If you really need pet care, please place a new order with clear details.” I left immediately. At the time, I thought it was just a weird mix-up. I had no idea that from the moment I stepped into that mansion, I was already being targeted.

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

He led the way, taking a torch off the wall, and the three of them walked through the opening and down an ancient, stone stairwell, twisting into the blackness. They finally reached the lowest levels, and continued down a corridor, barely lit by the torch. Finally, they reached a room. In it was a single object: a golden stand, on which sat a huge, ancient Bible. The ancient book must have been two feet wide and long, covered in an ornate casing of silver and gold. The three of them crowded over it. As Caitlin stared, she could feel the scroll heating up in her pocket, and she knew, she just knew, that this was the book from which the page was torn.

She fell asleep. Her rumbling belly informed her that it was lunchtime when she woke up. She got out of bed, left her chamber, and walked towards the staircase. As she descended the stairs, she noticed her mother sitting in the armchair but didn't give her due importance. She walked down the stairs and headed to the kitchen, sniffing the air. There was no smell of food, not even a bad one, coming from cooking, as had happened several times. This time, there was nothing in the air. Iona hastened her steps. Upon entering the kitchen, she noticed that the fireplace was off.