Alola Map Novels & Stories

"The first breach required the Void Court to push hard from its side. At these locations it could open with much lower effort." Aldred leaned over the map. "Three of these are inside our allied kingdoms." "Yes," Eldric said. "One is in Aldoria. One is in the Northern Reaches. One is in the territory of the mountain clans." "And this one," Lira said. She put her finger on the mark in the center of the map. The one sitting directly in the middle of the symbol for the capital. "Yes," Eldric said. The room was quiet. "Explain that to me," I said.

RONN Using a map looks easier than it actually is. Argell had a certain fluidity to it, the way he'd tilt his head and frown impressively while he stared at the very same map I now hold in my hands. And all it is to me is a network of blue lines, red dots and yellow impressions. I can barely make out the name, "Tussel" and even then, the lines jumble up the whole thing.

She carried a thin bundle of papers this time along with a folded old map, and Inara immediately straightened from where she had been reading another section of the book. Ayla noticed the tension in the room but made no comment. She spread the map across the table and placed two fingers over a region far beyond the central Blackthorne territories. “I found something.” Inara leaned over reluctantly. The map was nothing like the human maps she knew. Territory boundaries overlapped strange symbols, forests and sections marked with warnings rather than names. Ayla pointed towards an isolated region surrounded by mountains and an enormous stretch of dark woodland. “There are ruins here. Older tha

Lord Valen gestured toward several warriors carrying large leather cases. “Maps of the old territories.” He opened one. The parchment showed the entire region surrounding the Sacred Forest. But the map did not resemble the land we knew. There were rivers that no longer existed, mountains that had changed shape, and several marked locations surrounding the forest. I studied them carefully. “What are these?” “Shelter points.” “For what?” “For the wolves who cannot withstand the awakening.” The Head Elder immediately leaned over the map. “These locations were created during the first opening.” Lord Valen nodded.

"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.

Lila froze. Kael didn't answer; instead, he walked toward a stone table. On it rested an old map, not of Grimhalden. It was something much larger, surrounded by mountains and kingdoms. At the center, one place had been marked with black ink, The Hollow Throne. "...It's real?" Lila stared. Kael looked tired. "I wish it wasn't." Far above them, something moved. Dust drifted from the ceiling; both of them looked up. Kael's expression changed.

Leo perched at the foot of the bed, worry etched into his small face, though he tried to hide it by fiddling with the camera Mike had given him. “Mother,” Alora opened her eyes. “I’m fine. My mate is just exaggerating.” I brushed a stray hair from her forehead just at the same time. Morgan leaned in to do the same, but he ended up taking her hand. “That is not an exaggeration. This has gone on for too long.”

Darla repeats, nudging her sharp chin at the parchment she'd thrown at Alcina. With trembling hands, Alcina picks it up, and her breath catches when she unrolls it. A map. A map of the Badlands, the kingdom of House Johnson. "What-" Alcina's voice comes as a hoarse whisper. Darla's smile is vicious and beautiful, gleaming in the moonlight. "Tell me, Alcina." Darla's voice is defiant and fearless, and whimsical. "Are the legends true?" Alcina stares. From behind her, Orion shifts, her noble head lifting to peer at Darla in tandem.

I snapped my fingers as the light bulb went off in my head. “Al?” “Yes, Nia.” The mansion’s AI answered. “Do you report to Lykoan everything that I ask you?” “It depends on the nature of your request.” “Can you upload a soft copy of the Trenchlands map to my phone?” I tested him. My body tensed as I raised an eyebrow. “Negative.” Bummer. I sighed in resignation and mumbled, “Well, you’re no help, Al.” “Perhaps a message from Lykoan will cheer you up,” he replied.

he said, his voice softer than usual. “I’m fine,” she replied, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her. The morning passed in a blur of cautious steps and stolen glances at the map. Alera paused often, her fingers tracing the parchment as if willing it to reveal more. The map was old, its ink faded and its edges frayed. It spoke of paths long abandoned, of secrets buried beneath the weight of time.