The Chronicles Of Narnia The Call Novels & Stories

"A few days here will get rid of that witch's hold over you and your cowardly ass nature will show itself, and if it doesn't will kill you and have your clone vote for us instead." He remains silent, jaw trembling as he surpresses whatever words he wants to dare spit out. I finally look up at Callum and tug Aziel back into that border I created for him. "Let's go Callum. See you in a few days Elder." We walk off, a few pushes and a secret door slides open, Elder Gam is still screaming behind us, ordering us to come back and free him. And we will be back, when Laleh's spells have faded off a bit and he can think with fear of me rather than with his dick.

Mallory looks at Daniel as if she is afraid he’s going to attack her again and grabs her phone. "I have a very important call," she lies in an extremely obvious way with a grimace and almost runs off towards the stairs, leaving me alone with an angry alpha. I know inside me that he would never hurt me, but I still feel incredibly intimidated by his stare that literally won't leave me for a second.

One year previous to the main story. ~Xander~ "Xander!" the king's voice booms, calling for his only son. "Get in here" I rush to do my fathers bidding. As I walk through the door into the council's war chambers, I notice more faces than I was prepared for greeting me. All of the heads of the guild are present too. "It must be serious" I think. "Otherwise it would just be father and I"

It slipped away almost instantly, rolling back to its place on the leaf, as if it belonged there more than it ever would with me. Night fell, but still I remained beneath the towering tree. My eyes lifted to the pale glow of the moon, the underworld’s lantern, cold and distant. “It’s almost the end,” I murmured, my voice catching in the quiet. The Calling was drawing near. And with it, my fate. “Are you Ersa Soltharic?” The sudden voice in the darkness jolted me to my feet. When the speaker stepped into the wash of moonlight, my breath caught. The Beta.

The young man seemed anxious as he replied, "It's 9:20 pm now, right? Your mom will kill you in the east room at around 10:00 pm! Run!" "Impossible! Mom has recovered. Who are you?" The young man paused for a few seconds before replying, "I'm a god. I know everything. Your name is Tina Lester, your mother's name is Chelsea Wilson, and your father's name is Jacob Lester. Do you believe me now?" "You're a god?" I was a little skeptical.

His voice trailed off. Kaelan’s hand brushed the spine of a nearby book. “Power demands sacrifice, Chancellor. Are you prepared to pay?” Beren hesitated, then nodded. “It lies on the ebony pedestal at the vault’s heart. But beware its temptations.” Nyra’s heart thundered as she crossed the chamber. Each step echoed. The air felt charged—like standing on the edge of a storm. At the center, a single pedestal bore a heavy, leather‑bound grimoire. Its cover was stamped with iron runes that pulsed faintly red.

My knees throbbed, my arms ached, but I wouldn’t show weakness. “Apologies for the rough introduction,” Callum said, his voice smooth again, but there was something harder in his eyes now. “I’ve brought you here for a reason, Thalia Sardothien. You’ve been given an opportunity.” I raised an eyebrow, waiting. “You’re going to fight for me,” he continued. “As my champion.” I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my throat. “A champion? For a prince?” I shook my head. “What do you want with an assassin?”

He wiped it again, his breath visible in the freezing air. “Your highness, please… I can only beg. If I push too hard…” Tanya stepped forward and grabbed the front of his coat. Her nails dug into the fabric. “Do it. Now. Tell them Calla’s wolves are weak. Tell them there is fresh blood and easy meat. Make them go after her. I do not care how.” Ronan swallowed hard. He stepped away from the fire and raised his hands. His lips moved in the old, whispering words. His fingers traced strange patterns in the air. The other wolves watched in silence, their eyes uneasy.

"By the hunger of the Void! By the soul of the Star-Born! I call to the North!" The "Sovereign’s Call" was not a shout; it was an invitation. The ground beneath the keep didn't just shake; it opened. A massive, violet fissure erupted from the center of the courtyard, spreading through the mountains like a lightning strike. From the fissure, a sound began to rise—a low, rhythmic thrumming that made the Elder Wolves stop their descent. It was the sound of the "Hidden Packs"—the thousands of outcasts, rogues, and rejected wolves who had been living in the caves and the forests for centuries, waiting for the signal.

The sales department organized a team-building trip and turned it into a killer-instinct trail race, with a $30,000 prize for the winner. I volunteer with a search and rescue team, and I stayed up all night mapping the safest route with supply points along the way. The new VP they had parachuted in tore up my map right before we set out. "What's the fun in a paved trail? We take the undeveloped Wildman Gorge. That's how you show real killer instinct! "To keep anyone from cheating with GPS, everyone hands over their communication devices." I pointed at the thunderheads on the horizon and tried to stop him. Wildman Gorge floods easily, and going in without radios was suicide. Instead, he smash