The Chronicles Of Narnia In Order Novels & Stories

The Prophecy of The Order One born of royalty, One born of sin, Three brought together, Brothers of another. In trust and strength, they’ll combine, To restore the world’s natural line, Dark and light together will fight, When planets align, they must unite. Blood of a queen, blood of a hunter, blood of an alpha, Together, to restore the balance. Centuries passed, and the prophecy slipped into myth, nearly forgotten. The council’s influence spread, cementing their rule. They imposed a rigid hierarchy across all supernatural beings, demanding loyalty and submission, placing every species within an order of power:

A history not written in books but etched in stone, waiting to be uncovered. Myrra knelt before the ancient script, tracing the symbols with careful fingers. “This is old. Older than most of what we’ve seen.” Rael crouched beside her. “What does it say?” She translated slowly, voice steady. “When the First King took the Throne, he saw the ruin it would bring. He saw the chains it placed upon the world. So he forged two Crowns, one to rule, and one to end the rule.” Sienna’s breath caught. “End the rule?”

I opened my notebook and grabbed my writing pen. *** I don’t know what time I fell asleep, but I woke up at the park. Meaning, I’m inside my story again… I looked around to search for a clue on what part of the story I am already, and I saw a lot of Paramore posters scattered everywhere. If my guess is correct, today is the day Cass and Alex would go on the concert, I searched my pockets in hope for a concert ticket too to join them, but sadly there’s none. Guess I just have to buy a ticket there…

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?”

and with that, Cassandra walked out of the office. Lara moved around, touching the shelf. It was dusty. The books looked old and some were even torn. When was the last time someone went through the records? She frowned. How did they function without knowing what they were doing? She picked up a book and opened it. It had records of every sword produced in that year and their prices. She tried recalling the current price for one. With books like this, she would be able to hone her calculation skills. She smiled and sat down on the dirty chair, unbothered. She brought out some other books and placed them on the table.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

Isabella yelled with excitement. Mellony closed the lid tightly and they headed back to the shack. They went in and closed the door. Mellony took a piece of chalk from her apron and drew a magical circle on the floor. She placed the hourglass in the center of it. Then she recited the enchantment. “Past, present, and future. You remain the same. Birth, life, and death are not the things you claim. Let me tip the scales with the sands of time. For the spell is cast like a chime.”

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************