Novel Narnia Novels & Stories

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the

He hands me Grace’s copy of Alice in Wonderland, his eyes guarded, creased with concern. “Why even bring a book to a thing like this?” Alix asks. “Ever heard of iBooks? Or W*****d? If you wanna be a total nerd and sit in the corner reading in public, at least do it on your phone.” “It’s Grace’s book, actually,” I begin, not sure where I’m going to take this. “We were sitting on that bench, and… Grace had got a call…”

That was how the night went by, the next they as soon as Naya woke up, she picked up the book on magic and started reading through it, she was really fascinated by the book that she could not drop it even for a second. Naya was currently in her bedroom, lying on her bed, she was looking at the book that was in her hand, she was reading it, like she would any magazine, when she found a word that was hard for her to understand, since the book was written in an old language, she would use her phone to search for the meaning of the words that she did not understand, that was how she passed her day, the only time she would drop the book was when she was going to the restroom, even when she was ea

The books were usually her best friend,taking her to faraway lands where she could find herself lost in beautiful views, peculiar characters and enchanted gardens. But today was different.

When they got home, Najmah helped Lale with the stuffs they bought then went off to her room to pray Asr salah. {••} "Hey, I uhm...uhm...got you these," Aslan stuttered, raking a hand through his hair. Najmah cocked her eyebrow up and stared at him, wondering what 'these' meant. He presented her with a box, which he hid under the bed. Her eyes sparkled with glee as she stared at the package before her. "Go on then open it," he grinned, rocking on his feet. She tore the box open to reveal a set of “The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare”. Her mouth hung agape as she stared back and forth between the grinning Aslan and the books that lay on her laps.

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

Either way I wasn't complaining, reading books was kinda fun. The one I'd just finished was about a girl named Naya. She was a hot headed young lady who wanted nothing to do with the knights and her father's kingdom until she was swept off her feet by a rival knight. Literally. They didn't kick it off immediately, hell, they were at each other's throats until they…….

It is completed Called The Returning Ex. Book four is available on Goodnovel Called The Fake Empire. Their grandchildren starting With Aiden Wilder now have their own story...

There was too many of them. I stared desperately from the shifting fog back to the Erelim again. Fear engulfed me. Pushed my face into the pillow. I screwed my eyes tight shut. 'Once a King or Queen of Narnia, Casey Brogan', whispered Mr Tumnus, slipping his warm hand into mine, 'always a King or Queen of Narnia.' My eyes flew open.