The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe Novels & Stories

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

She even hired a muralist to paint a beautiful wolf on the wall. The nursery also includes a touch of magic as well. She of course being a Harry Potter fan. I kept laughing about that much to her annoyance. I find her in the nursery on the floor folding clothes. “Hi babe,” she says smiling up at me. “Help me up. I’m hungry it’s lunch time.” I pull her up from the floor. “Is my boy ready to come out soon?” I ask her and him. Stella smirks at me, “I don’t know about him, but I am ready for him to come out. He is running out of room in there.”

But I was still unaware of several secrets of this WitchLands. I followed them as after some time we reached the center. I looked in amazement towards my surroundings which were magnificent secret chambers. The chamber was quite big enough like it would fit the whole school at once. As far as my eyes go, it is filled with blue dim lights and trees and fireflies. The whole place is magical giving me goosebumps. Ron walked towards a giant tree and looked before it as he said-" It's here" We walked towards him and saw a small tomb. Something was written in an unknown language as he translated to me-" The tomb of Lily"

If I was going to be locked into this room, I was going to at least relax while I had the chance. The book was blood red in color, and had a thick black script on the front that read Scarlett and the Wolf King. I sifted through the thin pages, reading small snippets of the long paragraphs. It seemed to be a romance novel between a human girl, and an alpha of a wolf pack. I laughed quietly to myself; everyone knew that werewolves only mated with each other. They had some sort of higher power that led them to their soul mate or something like that. I had actually met a werewolf briefly when I was a small child. He was not what you would have expected; thinking of how fairytales talked about t

They all looked so… hopeful of her. She tucked the precious flowers into her dress pocket, vowing to keep them as treasure. Somehow, it warmed her chest. ///// Inside the castle gate, Maya’s eyes roamed to every corner possible. It was true that the Werewolf Kingdom was not as lavish as Aurellia. Instead of marbled floors and gold crystal chandeliers, there were obsidian walls, exotic wooden furniture, and … a huge fig tree at the center of the capital.

Hestia sighed and reached into her tunic to pull out a small, dried lily that looked exactly like the one I had seen in the dungeon, and she pressed it into Ilyra’s palm with a final, warning squeeze. "Follow the current where the water runs backwards toward the center, and when the air starts to taste like copper, you’ll know you've reached the edge of their territory," the old woman whispered. I helped Ilyra back up out of the cellar, and as we walked away from the ruins of the storehouse, I felt the old woman’s eyes on my back like a physical weight that I knew I would never be able to shake off. The rain had turned into a steady downpour, and the thought of the Drowned Witches waiting in

Like they were in a trance. “What’s going on out there!” Adolphus yelled out as he stomped towards the warehouse entrance. But before he could get halfway, the huge warehouse door burst right open. Adolphus was shocked at what was on the other side. It wasn’t Denzel, of course it couldn’t be. There was an invisible cloak on the warehouse. There was no way the wolves could find a way in on their own except they had the services of someone with great knowledge of magic. And the other option was…

Behind her, distant howls rose hunters, traitors, monsters who would steal what was not theirs. "Hold on, my love. Please, just a little farther," the woman whispered, tears mingling with the rain on her cheeks. The little girl whimpered softly, tiny hands clutching at her mother’s cloak. The woman reached a cave, her sanctuary of last hope. She was Lilith, witch of rare power, wife to a wolf duke far from home, and mother to a child both worlds would kill to claim. Their daughter, a hybrid of witch magic and wolf blood, was the key to untold power.

So far, I had learnt what the pack looked like, where the warriors usually had their meals, how to eat at the dinner table and so on. She had also shown me around the mansion and all I managed to remember was the Walter Library which was a very large library and it reminded me of the human movie, Beauty And The Beast' where the beast showed the girl his library and she instantly fell in love, just like me. The walls were plain white and had a lot of dimensions which created a cosy and comfortable aura. It was two floors high with glass panels as railings, and the books ranged from the earliest centuries all the way to this present century. It held human books, folklore, werewolf beginnings,

, I explained. She followed along, silently taking in the mass of the library. Zeus led me to our witch history section. Aurora's fingers skimmed the spines of the books as I slowed my steps. She gasped, drawing my attention. She was holding her hand to her chest, staring at the shelf with shock.