Azur Lane Northern Parliament Novels & Stories

“The entire Council deserves to be slaughtered, or at least banished to Noirvald.” While Orin didn’t disagree, it wasn’t the time for that. “Let’s find North. If the portal’s open, we can slip into Noirvald and—” Before he could finish speaking, light flashed from the portal, indicating someone was passing through. Orin stumbled to a halt when his eyes adjusted, and he recognized North standing in front of him.

Lucian's POV "The Northern Command has a lot of people working for it, and right now they are keeping a close eye on the frozen islands. So far, they have only seen smoke coming from one of the northern islands. There should be someone there, "Amoux told me what was going on as I looked at every part of the small map. Everything looked like it was where it should be.

Lin had taken Kai back up to the main estate for his afternoon rest. I remained on the wide stone terrace outside the estate's main office, leaning my forearms against the cool granite balustrade as I watched the tide begin to recede. The ocean breeze blew my navy coat back, letting the warm sun soak into my skin. Julian walked out onto the terrace, his footsteps quiet against the flagstones. "The regional consortium charter is fully registered," Julian said quietly, stopping beside me at the railing. "Ashford Global and Cole Enterprise are officially recognized as the sole commercial maritime authority for the Northern Sector. It's our first complete, undisputed victory."

He lifts our hands, pressing his lips to the back of my hand. "And you get an ally," I whisper. "The Northern Kingdom is the second largest kingdom to yours, Aaron. It would be one hell of an alliance." Aaron drops my hand. "If Lahiz agrees." Pride swells in my chest. Well, that wasn't a no. "He will agree," I say vehemently. I know it is probably foolish of me to trust Elijah blindly, but if my instincts are right, he will agree.

Beside her, Lyra stood perfectly still as an assistant smoothed the heavy train of her emerald velvet gown, her expression a mask of cool, calm resolve that hid the exhaustion of a hundred sleepless nights. "The northern delegation from the lower valleys has just breached the outer gates," Lyra said softly, her green eyes reflecting the pale winter light pouring through the casement window. "The minor houses are arriving in full force, Elara. They want to see if we truly have the spine to defy the Assembly’s old blueprints."

The territorial assembly in two weeks with forty packs arriving to organize the future of the northern territories around the Nightmoon bloodline and the neutral seat of Obsidian Keep. They had no idea what was coming.

River replied. "Good point but probably not a good start so let's take it from the beginning. My name is Alexander Adam Auroras, the alpha of a werewolf pack called the Northern lights walkers pack. We originate from Stockholm and never left since the pack was built by my great-grandfather. We are now at the pack house, the place where the alpha and the highest ranks live. And I think you are my mate and luna," I said, and her eyes widened at my words. "I'm sorry but what drugs are you on right now? Wow, this shit must be expensive as fuck," she said laughing. I gave her my most serious look despite Atlas who was laughing his ass off. "Oh, you're being serious?" she said.

The Luna crown was placed on my head and I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment. I made my way downstairs to the council chamber where Draven was already seated at the head of the table. The chair beside him was empty and waiting for me. I took my place and felt the weight of everyone's eyes on me as I settled into the seat. Beta Luther stood at the front of the room with maps and reports spread across a smaller table. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Alpha Draven, Luna Melissa, council members," Luther began formally. "We have a situation at the northern border. A group of rogues have been spotted attempting to cross into our territory. Our scouts estimate there ar

"Operation Restoration is authorized." Lady Miren Zoryn - Northern Territories The first light of dawn painted the ruins of the Zoryn estate in shades of gold and crimson that reminded Miren of the fires that had consumed her family's legacy. But this morning carried different possibilities—for the first time in two years, the Nox banners that flew over her ancestral lands were undefended by anything more than garrison troops and administrative personnel. "My lady," her steward Willem approached with carefully concealed excitement. "The signals have been confirmed throughout the northern regions. Lord Blackwood's network is moving according to schedule."

“Do you know why the fake emperor ran away?” Caestus and Baron exchanged a glance and remained silent. They were indeed confused. Andrius’ lips curled up with a hint of mockery. “It’s because the Northern army’s forces have already been defeated by Noir! The Northern Warzone is now under the control of the Lycantroops! “Noir personally led tens of thousands of surrendered troops from the Northern army, cutting off the fake emperor’s retreat, so he panicked and fled the battlefield. You two are just cannon fodder to help him buy time.