Narnia In Order Novels & Stories

Leela groaned lying on the bed. “Who says that it got ruined?” I asked her smirking before entering the washroom. “Oh my god! We are going out through the wardrobe?” She asked shrieking at me with a big grin. “Wardrobe?” I asked her frowning. “You know this passage is like a wardrobe in Narnia you see. I just recently saw the whole series of the movie to give the company for my Son.” She replied, and I chuckled before opening the passage. I just stared at the space while Leela is more excited now about going through this than the movie I guess. I frowned, and Leela frowned back looking at my expression.

She nods enthusiastically, then yawns. "Jennifer, you must not miss your sleep in your eagerness to read. You have all the time in the world. Come, I will show you the other books in the series." He leads her to the shelf labelled 'Fantasy' then reaches down for another volume. "What did you especially like about the story?" "Oh, everything! The children going to Narnia and the battles and Edmund being bad but then being sorry and being good. But I liked Lucy best. She's not pretty but she's so brave."

Aithusa’s POV "My child, there is a scene in the Narnia series where both the evil ones and the heroes are thrown into a dank shed. When Aslan comes those who want light and love soon walk into green and pleasant fields, they see the flowers, the sky, breathe fresh air. The creatures of darkness see none of this, believing themselves to be trapped. Don't you see, my love, we are there already. We are all in the shed right now, or at least the media might have you believe so.

* * * * * "... while he was still chewing away, the first dwarf came back and announced that the sledge was ready. The White Witch rose and went out, ordering Edmund to go with her. The snow was again falling as they came into the courtyard, but she took no notice of that and made Edmund sit beside her on the sledge ..." Lucas had been sitting in his chair for over an hour while Bobby read to his grandmother from his favorite childhood books. It was a ritual by now. Every day, for half a day, they would sit by her side, and Bobby would read her the stories she had once read to him. This was a special one. The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.

In order not to waste time, he opened his book; The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. He was once again transferred to the world of Narnia, where his dreams were laying. He took a look at the windows and I saw the snow majestically falling on the ground. He smiled and mumbled to himself, "It's snowing like in Narnia." Some students glanced at him from time to time because they were still not used to seeing such hair colour. Sometimes Jimmy gets angry and takes a chisel, ready to cut it but something strange happens. The chisel breaks into tiny pieces as it comes into contact with his hair. For that, he was condemned to always live like this.

Through fate. He didn’t know where Clara was, or Emily. But he knew the stories had led them north—and now, the tide was pulling him somewhere else. To the deep. To the altar. To the thing that remembered when the sky drowned. ⸻ Elsewhere: The Order Prepares In the cavernous tunnels of the Order, the Seastained gathered again—hoods drawn, torches lit. “The boy has been marked,” said the high priestess. “And the line of Yanuwah has returned to the shore.”

He held it carefully in both hands, eyes wide. “What do I do with it?” Arianne smiled. “Keep it alive.” And thus began the Order of the Children of Dawn— those who would carry the Flow’s warmth not in temples or towers, but within their own hearts. --- Elden’s Reflection That evening, as the sun sank beneath the mountains, Elden stood beside Arianne on the balcony overlooking the valley. The world seemed quieter now, as though waiting to see what they would become. “Do you think it will last this time?” he asked.

Niarthen had spoken about him as a creature and as a type of weapon. What was going on? She wondered. How was the Order of Nexsis involved? The situation was far beyond what Arthur had ever speculated might happen. At no time had he spoken of mermaids, werewolves, and vampires… Or people who should have been dead and yet didn’t fucking die. This was far beyond anything she had been prepared for.

We count that as a victory. In the children’s room the wet nurse sits in the chair, the book open, murmuring as always. Selin searches for the blanket’s edge—her switch. Kael looks at the window’s streak—only a streak today as well. Nyra moves at the “look at me” sign; the children look back. “Wait,” she says. “One, two, three.” Sleep. As we leave, Nyra steps beside me. “The Order has hung well on the wall,” she notes softly. “Today the words and the customs said the same thing.”