Narnia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She went on, "I'm the one who should punish her because I'm the only mate of Prince Adam." Narnia retorts, "I'm also mated to him!" "But there's only one Alpha Princess who should be his Luna, and that's not you Narnia, so stop dreaming!" Since Lira was more powerful than Narnia, Narnia didn't protest but just huffed. But me, I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. Since I had no escape, I sat down on the grass and threw myself down. I asks in a sarcastic way, "Do you want to kill me? Then go!"

“This could have been so much easier.” A song escapes from her lips, and it weaves its way into my mind. Leonidas and Vesper are swaying on their feet. It would appear a siren’s song can work on even a mated male. I try to step forward to stop her, but I can’t move. The men drop to the ground, and a scream is lodged in my throat. Nari waltzes toward me and pucks the unknown child from my arms. “You really should learn about the creatures in the Two Realms before you start believing every sob story.”

Her words felt like I had been cut open with a butcher’s knife. Was Ferna suggesting that I grovel and beg that murderer? She took a deep breath before she continued. “He’s a third-year student with an outstanding record. He led an army before he even came to Norsen for gods’ sake. His father’s the king of Narth, the Lycan kingdom. He’s got the highest scores and records this school’s ever seen. Crossing him, fighting him—it’s not a good idea.”

Why go to the trouble of pretending to be Stephen and going out of their way to kidnap me? "Oh, there was no wizard back at the cafe. It was all me. Stephen's back at Moonstone packhouse, sleeping." Nari laughed again, this time it's an ominous cackle that made the small hairs at the back of my neck rise. Moonstone pack? Is Stephen a shapeshifter just like Romeo? "I don't understand. Why use Stephen to kidnap me?" I shook my head in confusion. "You think I am interested in you?" Nari scoffed, cocking her eyebrow and looking at me in disbelief. She scrutinized my figure from head to toe, repugnance streaming on her face causing my cheeks to flush in embarrassment.

It's hard to say. Naomi howled with laughter. “This is art,” she declared. “We’re putting this in the council room.” “We are not,” I said automatically, even as my lips twitched. Rowan bounced on their toes. “We told everyone,” they said proudly. “About how you yelled at the Moon and bit the bad Alpha and made your own rules.” I swallowed. “Everyone?” I asked. “Everyone under twelve,” Naomi supplied. “The older ones have their own fan fiction.”

Lucy leaned toward Michael's ear and whispered, "Looks like you don't need special powers to turn someone into a sex slave." "Um," Cherry said, her voice meek and unassuming, "I was thinking. There's a place I know of, a friend of mine told me about it. I've wanted to go there for a while, but I've never had someone I thought I could go there with. W-we could go there." "Sounds... interesting," Michael said. "Let's try it."

She is indeed the person who likes to mock Fanny the most. “Ih, Jessy!” Fanny snorted in annoyance, “One day, My dear Jojo will be Fanny’s,” she continued, cupping her hands over her chest. Fanny’s hallucinations seemed to be starting to recur. “Keep going,” Jessy covered her ears, reluctant to listen to Fanny’s idle fantasies. “So, where do you want to take me?” Nayla asked, changing the subject. “Yeah, let’s just hangout, Nay. We are happy. As usual.”

“The books said something about them falling in love and…” “The BOOKS ARE NOT SAYING THE TRUTH!” Nanny screeched, interrupting me. Her usual calm composure had completely shattered. “They want you to believe that Neriah only had to capture the Dark One and lock him up. She did more than that… she made him vengeful. And don’t you dare argue with me because I’ve seen the visions… clear and crystal as glass.” She paused, breathing heavily, then began pacing the room like a caged animal before stopping in front of me again.

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. Lucas recalled wistfully those rare occasions when he slept over at his friend's house when the two were younglings. It's not that he wasn't welcome. In fact, he had received many invitations from Mrs. Roberts over the years. His father, however, had often objected, believing that they would be abusing her hospitality.

he teased me. "We're going to watch a movie together, right?" I asked sweetly. He pulled back from my neck and then gave me a considering look before he smirked. "We could watch an adult's movie," he told me and laughed, giving my butt a squeeze. "Or are you wanting a break from my hotness and want to cuddle and watch a movie that families can watch?" "We should watch Narnia," I told him sweetly. "What do you think? Are you ready for your bottle of blood?" He nodded and then ran his hand up to my thigh, moving it down off his hips as he pulled away from me.