The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I headed to bed shortly after, not wanting to risk giving too much away and knowing I’m going to need all the energy I have. The lights slowly faded on as the siren continued to blast. My eyes dart around, searching for any signs of what was about to unfold. There’s a puff of air as a gust of wind brushed against my skin as a door on the opposite wall appeared. Slowly, it creaked open, and I raised an eyebrow, thinking my first thoughts of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe wasn’t so far off. Through the door, I could see an expansive landscape stretched out before me, with towering trees, lush bushes, and vibrant grass. The air was filled with the melodies

But I pushed on, fueled by the image of my children's faces, knowing that I had to rescue them from the clutches of the malevolent witch. As I turned a corner, I found myself in a vast chamber, dimly illuminated by an array of candles. In the center of the room stood the witch, her black cloak billowing around her like a shadowy cloud. She was chanting in a language I couldn't understand, the sinister words echoing through the chamber.

Someday, Gideon may need to teach both Rafe and any children Rosie and I have, how to be witches while I teach them how to be wolves, because if they are anything like my Rosie, they will be powerfully double-blessed. I move aside some clothing and a few books and find at the very bottom of the trunk the source of all the ringing. Wrapped in silk, and wrapped in a strong leather case is a silver mirror. It is a beautiful piece of art. The frame is shaped to look like a forest of trees, their branches creating a lace filigree of their branches, which blossom with large dogwood flowers that almost seem to grow and change before my eyes.

It projected a moving image of two people, Tristan and Anne. It was that time when he revealed his special ability to Anne. "Didn't see that coming," stunned, the Witch made her remark. "How was that possible, Teacher?" eyes wide open, Sherfy asked. The dragonfly emerged from the mirror and fixated itself on the surface of Serina's emerald brooch, which is clipped on the cloth on her chest. With that, it appears to have lost its life and completely turned into an embossed decoration to the gem. "How about we ask him directly?" she answered with a smirk.

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

She just left a letter telling him not to worry, she will come back before sunset, otherwise, he will freak out. It took her a while just to get herself outside. The palace was so big that she can't even find the exit. She can't remember how many doors she has opened thinking it will lead her in the right direction. Ugh! I don't want to live in such a big place like this. Everything is just inaccessible. It was a perfect day with perfect weather. This place never fails to amaze her. It was very magical especially with those huge and small mushrooms that loom during the night. Different tube of crystals sticks everywhere and those fireflies-

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

Chapter 49. She blinked. ‘What about “Toby”?’ He shook his head. First love… And suddenly it came to him. He typed in a name…was offered the hint again. He tried it again without the capital and he was in. ‘What was it?’ she asked. ‘It’s “harry”. All lower case.’ ‘Harry? Who’s Harry?’ ‘He was a puppy Dad bought him for his fifth birthday. A liver and white springer spaniel. Completely brainless, but it was love at first sight.’

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

he asked, his voice skeptical. Shirer nodded. "Yes, I've searched thousands of books, and this is the only one that mentions them. It's an old book, written by a witch who claimed to have met the warlock king's daughters." She flipped through the pages, stopping at an illustration of a castle. "This is the warlock castle. It's said to be hidden deep in the heart of the warlock kingdom." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at the illustration. There was something eerie about it, something that made me feel like we were being watched.