Albion Fable Map Novels & Stories

But seeing him laugh brought hope to her heart—hope that maybe one day she would be free to do what she pleased with her life. “I bring you here to see books, and the first thing you want to see is a table.” She shrugged. “Fine,” King Rhobart reluctantly agreed. When they got close to it, Ayla saw the map of the Uzhor continent. It was the first time she had seen one up close. She was fascinated by it. “So, this is Uzhor,” Ayla said, her tone full of wonder. King Rhobart frowned. “Haven’t you seen a map of it before?”

He had done so much for the little River. Fuck him again. I pressed the heel of my hand to my eyes, laughter bubbling in my throat. "You really did a number on me, Alpha." The laugh dissolved into a sigh. I needed a fucking plan. I pushed the glass aside and dragged an old map across the table. It was a bit creased and stained, the corners frayed from use. I traced a finger along the mountain border, down through the woods, toward the free lands. I had been there once. I knew the place, knew every trail the hunters avoided because of the rogue.

He slips his hand into my giving a reassuring squeeze. I let out a light breath, "Thank you for your consideration." "Now then we should get to discussing what is next," Nathalia says. I watch as Alec stands from her seat pulling out a map she spreads it into the table. Alec places makers on the map where my horde and the Horde of Fates is located.

He handed the map to Taront, who unrolled it all along the table. The map represented the entire continent of Mihdel. All the great five kingdoms of which it was composed were marked with adjoining capitals. Each border was drawn along with rivers, lakes, forests, and even territories that man had not touched. Did what was on the map really exist? Taryn never had a chance to visit the known world. “Haefest has formed an alliance with Devian.” Taront pointed to the east with his finger, where the kingdom of Devian, washed by the sea, and then the center where Haefest was.

“He’s saving his Hybrids. They always retreat, he allows the regulars to get killed but his Hybrids don’t fully commit. He’s planning something massive. One huge attack perhaps, take us out in one go when he’s ready.” I studied the map. Hours already spent staring at it but my gaze wandered. The far north, where I had driven Alpha Cillian in order to regain Luna Matilda. To watch Beta Tange kill himself with the shame of betraying his Alpha for a second wolf. “What about up here?” pointing to the densely wooded area above Shadowlands. “What about it?” Briss asked. “Is it passable?” Briss, our northern expert, studied the map and pulled a face. “Difficult but small numbers could. Not an army.

It was good he didn't stop at my command and my message reached late to him. This was going to prove something to the least. My throat burned with the alcohol. I pulled my attention from the bottle and examined the photos. It was a large map, similar to the one I had seen when I first met Martin. There were green dots pointed on the lands that belonged to Alpha's around us and a few red ones. "I've seen this." I mumbled to Peace. There was nothing wrong with this. Martin had a history to keeping knowledge on the Alphas around him, in case something occurred.

I guess it wasn’t an urban legend after all. Seeing this map marked with a little golden star, I wonder how my life might have been if my mother and I had made it there. Would she have ever been addicted to Hellsbane? The map is surprisingly detailed for having been crafted in less than an hour. While not a complete map, it does show the biggest cities in the west, as well as the sanctuary cities nestled nearby or within their boundaries.

"I know what the frozen throne is.” Silence. Complete silence. The wind seemed to stop even the warriors nearby turned because the seriousness in his voice was impossible to ignore. The Woods Alpha slowly reached into his coat then pulled out an ancient map. Very ancient. Older than anything they’d seen before, his finger pointed toward a location deep within the northern mountains. A place no territory claimed. A place almost forgotten. A place marked with one name. The Frozen Throne. The color drained from Sam’s face. Because suddenly— Her mother’s message had become another clue and every clue seemed to point toward the same destination.

I thought you should know. I’ve been looking at the eastern mountain maps. There’s a route I found that connects our territories through the neutral highlands. It takes two days but it avoids all the border posts. I drew a copy for you. The map is attached. Tell me if it makes sense. Rael Liam read the letter twice, sitting at the kitchen table with his cup of milk. Then he read the attached map, which was, even Aldric acknowledged when shown it, impressively accurate for someone who’d drawn it from memory.

"We're coming." The Royal Archives continued bustling with activity, scrolls covered every table. And ancient books lay open across the room. Scholar Elias stood and looked exhausted, he probably hadn't slept either. The moment we entered, he looked up excitedly. "I found it." He unrolled a faded map. "This is the Kingdom of Aurelis." I stared at it. It was enormous, and much larger than the Northern Kingdom. Cities, mountain fortresses and sacred forests. Ancient trade routes, everything had been marked with incredible detail.