Ares Of The North Novels & Stories

the King suddenly said out of nowhere, tension rolling off of him in waves. My head snapped up, but he was already out of his chair and almost out of the room like a ghost. The north. I tried to rack my brain hard, but I couldn’t recall any pack in the north. It was almost like she knew what I was thinking about—Aria’s soft features came into my blurry line of view. “The packs in the north are only few in numbers. It’s not only werewolves that dominate, but so many other species reside there. I’m sure your sister will be fine,” she tried to assure. I nodded my head, still uneasy—because somehow, I knew she wasn’t saying everything.

I'm longing for her touch, wondering how she smell and how she looks likes. My wolf growled at me, telling me to follow my instincts and don't listen to my Beta. "Shut up, Baron. You don't have to tell me." Going out in the human world is dangerous for us Alexander's. When our father was punished and dethroned in Arcadia, he settled here in mortal world but due to his anger and resentment, he became ruthless and killed millions of innocent people. Blood shed and injustice prevailed. He's like a plague that swept lives every year.

As the carriage got close to its destination, she thought about everything she had read about Nordmar. Of all the kingdoms on the Uzhor Continent, the Kingdom of Nordmar was the biggest, wildest, and coldest. It was the home of the Eternal Winter, and snow covered almost all of it. Up in the vast mountains of Nordmar, it was so cold that few animals lived there. The peaks were so tall they seemed to reach the sky. Big forests of winter oaks, pines, and evergreen trees covered the many plateaus of Nordmar's mountains. Scattered across the land were clans inhabited by strong men. Tall, wild, and proud, the Nordmarians were born to dominate the inhospitable land they lived in and were often cal

For just an instant, I thought I detected a shift in the hue, making it appear more vividly bright. That told me one thing—we were on the right track. I hit the gas harder, my heart racing. If the stone was correct, and everything in my gut told me it was, then it meant Arden wasn’t just wandering aimlessly. No, she was being held somewhere against her will. And if that place was nearby, there was only one area that made sense geographically. The South. The West boasted strong borders, largely untouched by natural calamities. The East was lined with inviting beaches and was the warmest of all the factions. The North, often called the “center” of Fenra, had abundant resources and was bustling

The only thing she needed was someone to learn from. On the morning the crisis arrives, Neva texts me before the city does. *Come now. The northern adjacent city. Something has changed.* --- The northern adjacent city — which appears in Sable's records as *Aldren, eastern territory, classification: anomalous, frequency pattern: unstable* — has been the more precarious of the two cities Vael has been sustaining on borrowed frequency. Lorne was held-in. Enduring. Aldren has been listing.

I can’t pinpoint the right word but maybe that’s one of the bindings in each region. In region 1, apart from high-rise buildings, modernized facilities, there are also convenient stores and various storefronts. Arnal said earlier, region one is said to be the center of trade in the whole north. And when we passed a boarder, the big forest opened up to us. Region two is the opposite of region one. If in region one there are only buildings, in region two you will see only towering trees. The flowers we passed were colorful. It's like Aikee and I came back from the day we first set foot here in the north.

Elara Thorne *Four Years After the Siege of the Capital* The Northern summers were short, fierce, and unexpectedly beautiful. The jagged peaks of the Thorne lands were no longer draped in oppressive grey mist; instead, they were capped with white snow that glittered like diamonds under a pale gold sun. I sat on the balcony of the refurbished North Wing, a cup of herbal tea cooling on the table beside me. The "Sovereign Sight" was still there, but I had learned to tune it out, like a musician ignoring a distant hum.

she replied while biting on some pie. “we shall head north as instructed we hope to trust your words” Alice spoke. In conviction with a silent nod at the table they broke bread eating in silence . Alice knew the danger she gas decided to embark on lena had powers in the north most of her demons dwelled north they would have to fight tooth and nail if they are to ever reach the north.

--- That evening, as the sun dipped below the mountains and shadows lengthened across the land, Aria gathered her chosen warriors: four wolves—each from a different allied pack—each loyal, quiet, and deadly. They moved like phantoms through the trees, their scents masked by crushed herbs and their steps silent. The forest grew colder as they approached the northern territory, and the mist returned—thicker now, almost sentient. Just past the Whispering Glen, they spotted it. A massive clearing, at the center of which stood a black obelisk, towering at least twenty feet tall. Glowing runes pulsed along its jagged sides, and the air around it shimmered with energy. Enemy wolves circled the base

The jagged, snow-swept expanse of the Northern Dreadfall Valley was choked with black pine, frozen shale, and the howling gale of a dying winter. Beneath the jagged overhang of a cavernous rock face, the makeshift war camp of the Iron Fang Mercenary Cohort looked less like a fearsome northern vanguard and more like a frozen burial ground. Tattered canvas tents flapped violently in the freezing gusts, unlit iron braziers were filled with old hearth ash, and the once-proud banners of the northern sellswords lay trampled in the muddy, snow-crusted frost.