Albion Fable Map Novels & Stories

“But he couldn’t step one foot in that territory. Those people are fiercely tribal. They would never let a Forest Kingdom Alpha hide there.” “We had considered that,” Alberin says. “But we don’t know where he’s headed if not deep into the Swamplands.” “This here—” I point to a settlement marked deep in the mountains behind the Swamplands that I don’t remember ever seeing on any of our maps in Oceana. “What is this?” “I don’t know,” he replies. “I never concerned myself with lands outside the known kingdoms. Assanan never allowed our people out of the forest, except on battles.”

Amelia's eyes fell on the shop, they were in the other village doing an investigation and found many visitors and guests from other villages buying the stuff from that shop. Amelia slowly tugged at Faiz's shirt and pulled her shirt down multiple times attracting her attention. Faiz glanced at her as if asking her what she want. " Should we look into the map? ", Amelia asked. Faiz hesitate at first but then decided to turn to the shop and looked for the clues from there. Taking Amelia's suggestion, she bought the country map. In this map, everything was recorded and listed, from small villages to the large cities within the Lycan kingdom.

Mara brought up the rear, her knife sheathed, her eyes sharp, catching the desert’s subtle shifts, her quiet strength a steady anchor. "We’re almost back," Lucian said, his voice rough, raw from the Abyss’s fight. Pointing to the faint glow of the pack’s compound, its torches a beacon through the dunes. We rest, regroup, then find the next node. Sylva’s map will show us. I nodded, gripping the dagger, the mark pulsing, the bond grounding me. The map, I said, my voice hoarse, it marked the Abyss as the last anchor, but there was another, wasn’t there? A faint star, beyond the wastes, in the sea cliffs.

"But if you doubt me now, let me offer you something tangible." He gestures to one of the rebels beside him, a tall woman with braids in her hair like the roots of an ancient tree. She steps forward, carrying a leather-bound map, frayed at the edges and marked with faint lines in faded ink. Caelan unfolds it, and I realize it’s a detailed map of Oceana marked with paths, waterways, and routes that are clearly intended to avoid the usual military outposts.

Still, a smile crept up on her face as she murmured, “But James is actually a pretty nice guy.” At the same time, James was on his way to the military region. At the Blithe King’s office… The Blithe King spun the globe in his hand and marked a tiny red dot at a specific spot, saying, “This is the approximate location. A more detailed map is currently being produced. Please wait here for a moment.” “Mhm.” James nodded. With current technological levels, finding the location of Dragon Abyss was a piece of cake. After approximately twenty minutes, a brand-new, detailed map was produced.

Alfine crouched low, pointing to a scarlet X carved into the rough stone face. This surprised me; we only stopped at this place for about two minutes for a drink. Lagan and I only had time to gasp, not expecting Alfine to think deeply and still have time to mark the points we passed. Lagan didn't believe it, so he turned around and gritted his teeth after scrutinizing and looking around. "Damned! I'm sure I followed the map; how could I get lost?" “Do you know how to see a map?” Alfine was cold. “We spent a lot of time just turning around here. Because I bookmarked it, I know it; worse, we've probably passed it many times before without even realizing it."

Thea joined the conversation. "These maps, they are somehow connected to the areas of the four werewolf kingdom." Ethan explained. "However, we've only gotten two of it. One from our kingdom and the other from the attack. Two others are in the possession of some other Alpha's and I believe these maps might help us with landmarks and plans to win the upcoming war, that's if we set our defense right." Ethan explained. "Let me see them." Thea requested and Ethan handed one over to her.

An Alpha line that went back further than most packs cared to count. Someone from the Nightfang line had been writing to my mother for twenty-four years about me. I pulled the last letter fully from its envelope and something fell out. I caught it before it hit the floor. A map. Old, hand-drawn, the paper creased into quarters. It showed a territory I had never visited, all mountain ridges and forest markers and a single estate drawn in careful detail at the northern edge. Someone had marked a path to it in red ink, from a location I recognized as the Blackwood pack’s eastern border, and at the top of the map, in that same slanted handwriting, four words.

He grinned. I looked back at the map with interest. My eyes were drawn to an area labeled ‘Exordia’. It was decorated with a picture of a keep and located directly in the center of the mapped lands. Rivers on the map seemed to flow from the same point. It looked to be outside the boarder of the present-day water kingdom, but I felt myself being called to the place. “Do you think we could check that place out after we finish up the tour of the kingdom?” I asked.

“The map is a remarkable invention by one of the heroes; only our Empire boasts such a detailed representation,” Princess Ladia declared as she walked around the 3D map, showcasing its intricate features. “With this, our plans and strategies can be precise down to the last detail.” She paused, her finger hovering over a specific area of the map. “This is the Northern Dragon Mountain Range, which the Ifrit Family has been responsible for defending. It has served as a natural barrier between the Beast Kingdom and our Empire for centuries. However, it seems the Beast Kingdom has discovered a passage through this range.”