Narnia Order Novels & Stories

Alora let out a deep sigh. "It's been quite a day, huh? I think this is enough for me for a lifetime. Thank you very much. Narnia was way PG, a fighting squirrel was cute. There's nothing cute about any of these bad boys coming at you. I cannot count how many times my life flashed right before my eyes," she said, gesturing. Evanore gave her a side glance. I did the same and we all burst out laughing. "I must see this Narnia," Evanore said.

I just stared at her,please look at me. " Baby our order is here"I heard Lula say.I saw the girl stiffen at that,she hurriedly left. I didn't even talk to Lula,why was she unhappy,it was obvious she is angry with me,but for what????. Natty's POV I just walked away hurriedly. I was so stupid to start having feelings for someone I didn't even know. When he walked in I was happy cos I have missed him but seeing him with a woman made me angry,who the hell is she,what gave her the right to touch him!

The longer we take the longer they have to collect help and spread the awareness, and knowing Natalie it won’t take that long because she is such a nice person and people just seem drawn to her, but I won’t let that get to me this time. I glance down at my majestic sketches that contain all that I have planned and a grin spreads across my face. They have no idea what they are getting themselves into; they just messed with the wrong master. I stay up all night planning, my monsters rush around fixing everything and listening to everything that I tell them to do, none of them second guess what my order is they just do it. The next morning my plan was starting to come together, I had over half

Sarael perked up when she saw us and ran over, pulling Hana into a hug. “Hana.” Sarael sighed in relief as she stepped back to check for injury. “I’m fine, Aunt Sarael,” Hana assured as she took out her phone. “It’s time to shut down the Order’s HQ.” With a tap on her phone’s screen, we all turned to the rumble sound a block over. Smoke and fire burst from where I knew the Order’s building had stood. We all ducked into the pavilion as the cloud of dust spread out.

"What do you mean?" John's voice dropped to a whisper. "The Order is working on a top-secret project, codenamed 'Erebus'. And it's more sinister than anything we could have imagined." I felt a chill run down my spine. What had we gotten ourselves into? "What's Erebus?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. John's expression turned grim. "Erebus is a mind control program. The Order is using it to manipulate world events, to shape the future to their advantage."

' 'Whatever it is No' 'You haven't even heard my proposal' 'I don't want to hear it' 'Please Em just this one time do it for me please.' 'argh fine so what is the thing anyway?' 'We are going to a partyyyy!!!' she says screaming. 'No take backs I'm on my way with some outfits bishhh' she then hangs up. After roughly 5 minutes I hear the bell ring and when I open the door it's Rosa and she's breathing heavily.

Its fur shimmered with the memory of ice ages and buried empires. Gasps rippled across conference rooms and living rooms, through bunkers and boardrooms. “I am the White Wolf,” Nyxara declared, her voice ringing with something older than anger. “And I don’t belong to your systems, your councils, or your gods.” She tilted her head, a gesture of defiant grace. “But from this moment on, you belong to me.” The feed snapped off. Darkness swept across the world, and for a heartbeat, everything was silent. Then the fallout erupted.

“When the war is done? The supernaturals will not take kindly to Mer rule after allying with us. They will seek to negotiate their own terms with us, and if those terms are not agreed to, will they then rise against us? None of us seek for this war to go on for generations, nor even for a single lifetime. We seek this to be the war to end all wars, and the only way for that to be is to establish Mer as the reigning people.” “Niarthen,” she reached out and placed her hand on his arm. “I understand the Mer goal. I understand why they want it to be so. But… There has to be a middle road. The Order of the Nexsis is part of that old war between the gods that you spoke of. They seek to force every

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.”

Leonardo’s heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and determination. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The Order of The Seraphim. No wonder they moved like that during the kidnap. It all made sense now. Everything fell into place like pieces of a puzzle that had finally been assembled. These nuns weren’t just any nuns—they were warriors, soldiers who fought for the Church, a clandestine order that had existed since ancient times. While many believed this practice had been long abolished, they were wrong. The Order still thrived, hidden in the shadows, carrying out its sacred mission in secret. All this time, Arya had been so close to them, yet so far away.