The Chronicles Of Narnia The Call Novels & Stories

The ground around Elias ignited with golden symbols, stretching outward like a summoning circle. All across the battlefield, supernatural creatures lifted their heads. The glyphs pulsed in their blood. The command had been given. Arise. From forests, mountains, skies, and shadowed rivers, beings once hidden in legend came forward. “Dorian,” Lucian said lowly. “It’s happening.” Dorian nodded, steel-eyed. “He’s calling them.” Kairis stepped forward. “He’s summoning everyone.” And at the center, Elias rose. His eyes were glowing with an unnatural light, silver and gold fused together, divine power roaring through his veins. The glyphs etched into the air behind him pulsed once more, and a singl

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Russells ordered and the man nodded before going out of his office and out of their view. "What are you doing? How can you let her go after confirming that she is Callistaa, our Callistaa. My precious niece. My Celestaa's daughter." Said Theodore emotionally. He could not understand why Callix was letting her go when just some time ago, he was dying to find his long lost daughter. Callix sighed and went to sit on his chair.

I will not leave. I thought as the first one charged, I met them in the middle, ending them quickly. The second attacked, and the third. I quickly became overwhelmed. Knowing that this was my final stand, I embraced it. Just as I was thrown to the ground, a distant howl came down from the mountain, making them all freeze. I was hurt badly, but not enough to recognize that howl. It sounded like music to my beaten body. Alexander called to me again, this time desperate. I let out a soft cry in reply, as loud as I could. I heard a roar, a skin-crawling, teeth-chattering howl.

"I am certain your grace, I have studied every possible prophesy and information about this. She fits the birth chart, the descriptions. I am positive she is the key." "Well, if you are so confident, I believe you. Seems like we were targeting the wrong princess all this while," Tarekdeo smirked, "so what do we do now?" "Your Grace, I have a plan," Bhairav replied with a smile. Few hours after the discussion. Anbir received a message about a sudden meeting called by his father for all the army generals and the crown prince. Tarekdeo was looking at the huge map of Vatsaya and the rest of the world with its five continents as the council hall filled in with his generals.

Distant. Massive. A horn. Ancient. Bone-deep. War-born. The elder’s face went white. “That is not from any pack,” she whispered. The horn sounded again—closer, shaking the trees. Lyra felt it hit her mark like a fist. “What is it?” she asked. The elder turned toward the horizon, voice trembling. “A summons.” Vale’s grip tightened. “From who?” The elder swallowed. “From whoever sits on the other throne.” Lyra’s pulse froze.

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.”

"What is this all about? You're giving me advice Like a kindergartner." "Listen, Aslan!" Arron Kennedy snapped. "The Phantom is moving now." Allen shocked, while Aslan was confused. "Phantom? Who's the Phantom?" ***

The wind howled through the mountain pass, biting through our cloaks like unseen claws. Dawn had barely touched the horizon when we set out, the remnants of sleep clinging to our limbs like chains. The Temple of the Hollow lay far beyond the valleys, nestled in the heart of a cursed land where even the most fearless hunters dared not tread. I walked at the front, my body sore, my mind heavier than ever. The weight of the Crown’s power still clung to me, whispering just beneath my skin. The voice I had heard during the battle echoed in my skull—The vessel must feed.

Callie shifted in my arms; any movement or whisper she made instantly put me on alert. Nocturnus had managed to use her like a puppet. Worst of all, he had corrupted a fragment of her soul, and possibly Rigan’s as well. A growl vibrated in my chest, my wolf enraged by the helplessness of not being able to protect her. It was difficult to fight an enemy as dirty and powerful as the dark deity. "Why are you so irritated?" Callie murmured, lazily stretching in my arms. "It’s nothing. We have the meeting starting soon. We need to get ready." I pulled her back into my arms, rolling her small body until she was on top of me, placing a soft and lingering kiss on her forehead. "But I think we still