The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe Novels & Stories

They all paused before the gallery as Keria turned, "the first three witches, please do follow me." The first three being; Dea, Lilith and Imogen, trailed behind her, along the lavished hall. She pushed the first door open and the four of them walked in. The witches expelled amazed sighs, they were surrounded by refined expanse. Wide wood panelled walls were covered with beautiful tapestries depicting nature in life-like scenes, thick carpets and rugs covering pristine floors complemented magically ornate furnitures. Three medium sized beds stood side by side, separated vastly by mahogany drawers.

The day our family went on vacation to an island resort, my younger sister, Alana Fisher, climbed over a safety railing to get the perfect photo. She lost her footing and, in her panic, dragged me into the ocean with her. The rescue crew was about to pull me out first since I was closer when Mom suddenly took a yellowed paper coupon from her wallet and tossed it toward me. "Corinne, let Alana get on the rescue boat first! This is the last thing your father and I will ever ask you to grant!" When I was seven, I couldn't afford birthday presents for my parents, so I drew a hundred wish coupons by hand. Each one read: [Redeem this coupon for one wish. Corinne has to say yes, no matter what.

Green as spring and just as wild. My chest constricts. My pulse hammers. The wolf inside me prowls, restless and snarling for release. Ours. The word rips through me, raw and fierce like a growl. I grit my teeth, fighting to keep the beast inside. No. No, no, no. She can’t be here. This palace is meant for the powerful: royalty, lords, and chosen delegates. So why is a witch like her striding beside the High Witch herself?

I walked to the center of the room, lifted my chin, and spoke. “Good morning,” I said evenly. “Thank you for waiting.” A few murmured greetings followed. “I’ll be direct,” I continued. “What happened last night was not an accident, and it was not caused by the palace or the crown.” Murmurs rippled through the room. “There is a witch,” I went on, my voice steady but firm. “Powerful. Bitter and obsessed with ending the wolf packs as we know them. She feeds on stolen power, and the final piece she needs can only be taken by killing your king.”

I crashed through the bedroom door, a snarl ripping from my throat that shook the windows in their frames. In the center of the room, standing over the bed where the triplets were huddled, were two figures. One was a warrior of the Iron Fang, his face painted with the red clay of a blood feud, a silver dagger held tight in his hand. Beside him stood a woman draped in tattered black silk, her eyes glowing with a sickly, iridescent light. The witch. "A white wolf," the witch whispered, her voice sounding like dry leaves skittering across a grave. "The legends did not mention she was a mother. Such a pity to end a bloodline so soon."

I pushed the door, but as I made my first step, he stopped me. "We are not allowed to enter here," He whispered as if we were doing something bad. His hand was holding my wrist, but it was a light grip. "I know," I whispered back, "but little Charlie's in here," I said. "How did you know?" "Narnia!" I smirked. He was confused about my answer, but this time he released my hand. He watched me as I walked inside. There I found the wardrobe which was less like the ones in the movie. I was praying little Charlie's in there, or else James will lose his job because of me.

They looked like some characters in a lovely picture on a holiday postcard. I picked up the scissors and cloth and started to make a cloak for Will. Whenever I felt upset about something, I just had to keep myself busy, either doing housework or cooking. It helps me to stay focused. "Who are those people in cloaks?" Will asked. "Those are the Gifted Ones," Leo replied. "And these?" "These are werewolves," Leo said. "The one with the crown is King Czar the Great." "And who's the blonde lady standing next to him?"

They pushed out of the morning room door, screaming, all three of them at once. "Mummy! Mummy's home!" I sat on the rug with the book still held out in front of me. Held out to nobody. Slowly, I got up. I went to the door and looked out into the front hall. Two of Vivienne's men were carrying in a box. It was huge. Almost as tall as the children. They set it down in the middle of the marble floor and pulled the sides away, and inside was a dollhouse. Not a small one. A big white house with three floors and a pink roof and tiny glass windows. There were little lights in every room. There was a tiny swing on a tiny porch. There was even a tiny family inside, sitting at a tiny table.

Tonight I can't help it cause my eyelids are getting heavy; no matter how many times I try to keep my eyes open or how much coffee I drink, it still doesn't help, and I know soon I will fall asleep. Indeed I was right back in the middle of the field, wearing a long white dress. Looking around, all I saw were green trees everywhere. There was nowhere for me to go, and not long before, the big black wolf emerged from behind me, limping like he always is, and ran towards me.

I look at a mirror in the corner of my grandma's attic and hear scurrying on my grandma's roof. A creature with large eight legs appears in the attic window. The legs are hairy and black, and stretch across the glass as they twitch. In the mirror I see my reflect, my eyes glow and my fists tighten. My voice speaks the elder magic as Cody and Chief Wolfpaw become wolves again. I put the magic books in my bag as quickly as I can, as the house becomes invaded by the large spiders of the St. Maria forest.