Ares Of The North Novels & Stories

Into the Mist The dawn broke cold and gray as Aria and Caden led their small band from the keep, the northern mountains a jagged silhouette against the sky. Frost clung to the ground, the air biting at their skin. Rollan nestled in a sling against Aria’s chest, his warmth a quiet comfort amidst the uncertainty. Caden rode beside her, his eyes sharp despite the absence of his wolf, a loss that still gnawed at him. Behind them, a handful of warriors followed, their loyalty a shield against the dangers ahead.

I wandered through the compound until I found myself in the library, as usual. I browsed the shelves for a while before pulling out a thick book about the northern territories. The book was old, the pages yellowed and crinkled with age, but the hand-drawn illustrations were still beautiful. I got comfortable in one of the chairs near a window and began to read. Most of the content was about trade routes and pack histories, but one chapter caught my attention. It described the far northern mountains—the ones beyond the Thornwood, where no one ever set foot.

And this made Robah so grateful for the two heroes. Andrew felt humbled by the beautiful white terrain. Everyone looked across the grey expanse in silence. The snow-covered dome of the North Mountain stood about ten thousand feet, the highest peak in the region between the North and the South. Behind them was the Devil's Forest. The mountain range included a dozen other cliff heads along the highlands. It looked like a fortress wall of rock with white-mounted lookout shafts. The vast lake scatters sparklingly to the west on the far horizon. Robah's soul moved deep within him, knowing that on the far side of Devil's Forest lay the valley of ferals that no one dared approach. This would be the

Never have we had to cross into the north first. There is a reason no one besides these deprived beings claims the land to the north. It’s desolate. Starved of life. There is no reprieve or the tiniest bit of comfort on land such as this. The shards of rock cropping the border are sharpened like fangs, ready to kill. The ominous energy is a telling sign of what’s to come if you venture over to the other side. It will devour all that is good, just like its masters. Mel and I were bent over a makeshift table with Jack, his first mate, and all of my commanders, studying the depraved northern territory and looking for any points of interest. Any place that we can use to our vantage if it comes d

With the newly made charm necklace around my neck and the pendant tugged under my tunic, we headed out to town. Saraya was so excited she portaled us to the hem of the woods leading into Daekrahm in the North-central lands. The North-central lands are basically the land of clan rejects Werewolves who have gone rogue, the undead – nocturnal creatures of the night, banished dwarves, witches and generations of demigods with no magical talents who are now plain stray humans.

I braced myself, feet rooted in the earthy floor of the clearing, as he launched forward like a force of nature unleashed. His dedication to the North pack, unyielding and fierce, fueled his fury. With every strike, his muscles flexed, pronounced under the moonlight-a warrior sculpted by endless battles. Scars adorned his skin, rugged and raw, each one a grim chapter of survival written across his flesh. Thorne was not merely a fighter; he was a testament to the North's relentless spirit.

There was no one to depend on. All she could do was to try to escape, try to outrun her hunters with the hopes to meet a savior along the way. The forest at the northern part of Kingdom of Arden - the North Ridge was the place everyone feared. It was said to be cursed, that anyone who dared invade it never went back alive. They said creatures other than humans were living there. Creatures living for darkness.

Tyron thought for a moment and replied, "I think they’re likely in the Ruins of Origin." “The Ruins of Origin? Where is that?” Adrian asked. Tyron explained, “The Ruins of Origin are the far northern part of this region. It’s a land of perpetual night, known for its massive spatial rifts left from ancient times. It’s long been considered a forbidden area.” “In that case, let’s head there,” Adrian said decisively. As they traveled north, the weather grew increasingly frigid. Soon, Adrian could sense a vast, overwhelming energy field in the air, making him feel insignificantly small.

“But the north is already speaking.” The three of them stood there until the cold bit into their skin. ⸻ Morning came with a strange stillness. Nothing stirred in the summit except the early guards and the smell of snow warming on stone. Rowan stepped into the strategy room where a map of the regions lay open across the main table. Azeriel arrived first. He placed a set of new markers down. “Scouts returned before sunrise. They saw movement along the northern border. Not raids. Camps.” Rowan lifted her gaze sharply. “More than one”

"That's because it's a lost empire, you will only read about it in books that tell the story of Lost cities and nations, you won't find it in normal history books, it's been erased from the maps" "What happened to it?" Arianna said, edging closer to Willow in curiosity, seeing this, willow smiled Inwardly and continued, "Well, the Lost empire of De'Northa—or the Empire of De'Northa as it was called then was the largest nation in the Northern continent, it was said that it had the most powerful and fearsome army in the continents and they where not to be trifled with. It was also prosperous and had lots of roses, which was one of their country's symbol, there were so beautiful and bright with