Azur Lane Northern Parliament Novels & Stories

Danny stood up, a disappointed look on her face,”you are no fun at all” she added and sulkily walked out while aurora gave out a loud chuckle as she watched her go out. “Silly” Aurora muttered to herself. On her table was a picture of Liam, smiling as she picked it up and hugged it. “I miss you champ” she said to the picture and closed her eyes. How she loved the little boy. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The time was seven pm in the evening, aurora just got off work and when she came out of the hospital. A black maybach was parked directly in front of the hospital and she could already guess who it was.

“If the northern faction has scouts out, they’ll need to stay invisible.” “They will,” Rowan said, though a tightness lingered behind her ribs. “Azeriel doesn’t make mistakes.” Lyra nodded, but her silence said she was just as uneasy. By the time they stepped into the council hall, voices were already clashing. The moment Rowan entered, the arguments halted—only for the tension to sharpen. A leader from the eastern clan rose immediately. “With Azeriel gone, our defenses are stretched thin. Why send our strongest commander north when danger sits at our doorstep?”

At Sable, who is at the reference table with the eastern territory notation and who looks up when he enters and gives him the specific direct look of someone assessing a person who has challenged the thing she is building. He looks at the drawings for a long time. Then he says, to the archive wall: "How many cities in the northern territory?" "Unknown," Sable says. "The northern territory's administrative records have not been cross-referenced against the Warden frequency network notation. We have not had access." She pauses. "You have access." He turns to look at her. "I have the northern territory's anomalous city reports," he says. "Yes," she says. "And the administrative anomaly files,"

"The North is completely, utterly bankrupt. If a single one of those iron-visored bastards lays a finger on Zara or her trunk, I call in the debts before the sun finishes rising. I will foreclose on your entire territory, and let the wild tundra packs have what's left by winter." A collective, terrified gasp ripples through the rows of the northern aristocracy. Elders are turning to each other in panic; delegates are frantically checking their digital tablets. The fourteen guards slowly lower their tips, their eyes darting toward the royal box, waiting for someone—anyone—to tell them what to do. I turn my back on the Council, looking up at the high throne where Lir sits.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I can't touch you like that. You know I can't. You’re the Lycan King’s precious daughter,” Francine nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and sadness wash over her. She knew Azure was right, and she had no right to be jealous at all. Azure is just a mysterious civilian that went to the Land of Moon. Suddenly, they heard giggling from behind. Turning around, they saw a group of women staring at Azure with admiration in their eyes. "Excuse me," one of them said, "but could we take a picture with you?" They’re looking at Azure. Azure was taken aback. He had no idea what they were talking about.

And if the entire Northern Region stood in his way… Then the Northern Region was going to burn

“I see.” At that moment, Alex saw a port-like place in mid-air of Northern Wolf Star, and many airships docked there. Alex asked, “What is that place over there?” Noire in front of him in the airship said, “That is the territory belonging to the Northern Wolf Guild. It is the safest to enter the Northern Wolf Star through the passage they have developed, but it is expensive to go through their passage. Each person has to pay fifty Originiums, and a 10% tax will be imposed on you when you come out. They are really money-grubbers.”

The door flew open. Zara stood in the frame breathing slightly harder than usual, her composed face cracked open just enough to let something urgent through, and she said, "There is an emergency at the northern border. Three patrol units are down. Whatever hit them came through a tear and it is still inside the territory." I was already standing. "How many tears," I said, moving toward the door. "The scouts counted two," she said. "Possibly three." I stopped in front of her and looked at her face for exactly one second and then I moved past her into the corridor and said, "Get every available warrior to the northern quadrant. Now."

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“And Ace?” “Pacing your new throne room like a caged tiger.” She bumped my shoulder. “He’s worried you’ll jump.” I laughed hollowly. “Not today.” *** The war room smelled of mildew and betrayal. Maps plastered the walls, red Xs marking graves we’d yet to dig. Ace leaned over the table, his knuckles white on the edge. “The Azuras control the northern shipping lanes. We choke those, we choke their cash flow.” Dawson spat out a sunflower seed. “Or we blow their yachts. More fun.”