Novel Narnia Novels & Stories

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.

"And that’s what worries me." Rael barely heard them. His fingers traced the edges of the book, its leather cover warm to the touch. Since leaving the ruins, the ink on its pages had shifted again, crawling like living veins. The words had changed. The throne is no longer sealed. The sky will bear its wound. And the Hollow Crown waits. Rael’s pulse quickened. The Hollow Crown. The phrase had appeared before, buried deep in the writings of the First King, but no one knew what it meant.

The art was carved on half the wall when I spun back. “Gabriel, it’s beautiful!” I mouthed in awe. “The Voyage of Dawn Treader, it is called,” Gabriel informed, appearing behind me and slipping his arms around my waist. “King Caspian X’s ship,” I said breathlessly. He chuckled between my hair and ear. “You know stuff.” “Of course. The Chronicles of Narnia is one of my favorite books.” I turned around so I could see his gorgeous face. “It’s very beautiful, Gabriel. Thank you for showing it to me. Who made it?”

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.

At the very least, she was relieved to escape the confined space of the kitchen. As Marcus worked at the sink, Vivienne wandered back into the front room where her curiosity got the better of her. She drifted over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, her fingers tracing the spines of the array of worn paperbacks and hardcovers in a variety of colours and sizes. Expecting to find typical bodyguard or espionage novels, she was taken aback to discover a collection dominated by high fantasy titles and series. Lord of the Rings, The Way of Kings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Witcher, there was even a collection of classic fairytales.

"Can we go to the bookshop?" They went. The shop occupied a converted house three streets over, with a resident dog named Duchess who greeted Noah by name and a whole shelf dedicated to field guides that Noah navigated with the confidence of a regular. He selected three books with careful deliberation — one on Pacific Northwest raptors, one a slim volume on migratory patterns he'd apparently been eyeing for weeks, and a third that surprised Adrian: a novel about a woman who builds something from nothing, its cover showing a small house under construction against a wide sky. "That one's for Mom," Noah said, setting it on the counter with the others. "She'll like it. Because she's Mom."

She trailed off, swallowing, and Sienna’s gut twisted—Dorian’s plans, always more, always controlling—and she wondered what waited there, what he’d left. They descended—mud slick underfoot, trees thinning—and the cabin emerged: small, weathered, half-buried in the hillside, a faint light flickering inside. Lila pushed the door—creaking, stiff—and stepped in, Sienna behind, Roman last, his shoulder brushing hers as he passed, and damn if it didn’t spark again—heat, want, regret—making her clench her fists.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

They searched for something related to the forest of deception and the seven kingdoms. "I think this might help",said Natalie, taking out a book from the second shelf. The book had a thick glossy cover and had the picture of a beautiful palace on it. The book was not very thick. And the name of the book was written on it with bold letters 'The History of Elysium' "Elysium?",asked Zane. "Is that a kingdom too?" "Let's find out",said Laurel, taking the book from Natalie. She kept it on the table, and asked everyone to pull out a seat and sit down. Laurel opened the book and started reading.

With Danielle at my side, I went first to my favorite fabric store, Zig-Zag, for more bits and ends, and then to Barnes & Nobel. “I’ll be a while,” I told my bodyguard. She just nodded. I had truly grown to love Hans Christian Anderson’s “The Nightingale,” but after the twentieth read or so, I had also grown incredibly sick of it. Yes, we’d read a few other books, like Dahl’s Matilda and Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, but they just kept coming back to their favorite over and over. So, it was time for a new favorite.