Black Company Map Novels & Stories

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I pried the tactical slate from the Hunter’s ribs, the wires snapping with a shower of blue sparks that died instantly against my waxy skin. The slate flickered to life. A three-dimensional map of the Black River valley projected into the smoky air, its blue light illuminating the silver soot on my face. Three red dots—the dead Hunters—had flatlined. But circling the perimeter of the valley were a dozen pale, pulsing circles. "Seekers," I murmured.

The war room in the capital did not smell of blood. It smelled of wax and ink and old stone, of polished wood and cold iron. Of order. Lucian stood at the massive central table, hands braced on either side of a map that now looked more like a wound than a piece of parchment. Blackthorn’s territory sprawled across the top third, the southern roads and royal holdings beneath. Red pins marked crown units. Black marked Kael’s last confirmed positions. Too many black markers still stood.

"Yes! I've been tracking the local legends for three years." "Good," Caleb said, leaning against the wooden railing. "Then you will appreciate this. The lost tribe with the black claws... the Black Claw pack... can be found using that exact map. They went deep into the northern valley centuries ago, away from the regular packs. If anyone knows how to fix a blood curse, it's them. Thank you for staying with the White Claw pack, Elara." I let out a loud snort before I could stop it. "White Claw? Seriously? Like the fizzy drink from the grocery stores?"

Bella nodded softly. She'd originally planned to leave once they found an unclaimed vehicle. But now? Her thinking had changed. Then, as if remembering something, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a chip. "This is an electronic map chip of the Zombie Wasteland. Sally gave it to me before she..." "Map chip?" Jake took it curiously and plugged it into the RV's console. A 15-inch display flickered to life, revealing a detailed map of the region—marked with key locations. The nearest point of interest was indeed the abandoned aviation parts factory.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

“Okay, this whole territory is Blackstone.” “Okay, it’s a pretty large territory.” I said. “Yeah, but this area…” he said pointing to another section of the map, “…this is Ironclaw.” I look at the area and see there is nothing in between. “So, wait, Ironclaw begins where Blackstone ends?”