Black Company Map Novels & Stories

~ A small glitchy sound echoed within the room, and an overhead panel suddenly appeared above the orb. [Registered Item Located] {Enchanted Item (Grade 6): White Amber has been located. Coordinates will be displayed below.} [Tap For More] The room initially fell into a tense silence, but Aldred broke it by tapping the panel. Instantly, a detailed map of the Black Market sprawled across the display, resembling a typical mobile app map. Numerous buildings dotted the map, each marked distinctly. The KariBlanc Group gave off a ‘blue’ glow, which was meant to signify the starting point of the journey.

Every second was precious, every moment spent planning bringing them closer to the showdown they’d both been waiting for. As they climbed into the armored SUV, Mr. Black’s mind was consumed with one thought: finding Elizabeth. The image of her in his arms, safe and protected, fueled his resolve. This time, he wouldn’t let Nick slip through his fingers. The convoy moved swiftly, cutting through the darkness with precision. Mr. Black’s phone buzzed, and he glanced down to see a message from one of his scouts stationed near the border of town: "Target spotted. Black SUV, heading east."

“Decades, possibly centuries in some cases.” I leaned closer and made out an area that was marked with my pack’s symbol, the blood moon. It was next to a territory marked with some kind of claws and a faded symbol. “Werecats,” The Hunter explained, “at least, I think. This map must have been made before Blood River was established.” “Black River,” I growled, correcting him before remembering myself. I needed to distance myself from him before I let my... My what? Personality show? I didn’t even know if I had one of those anymore.

Richie said. ["Sir, there is one more piece of information you need to know right away. Later tonight, at the port of Hamburg. The 'Black Blood' group that wants to take control of your illegal arms trade in the major port routes of Hamburg and Marseille is docked at the docks. I have prepared some men to stand guard and monitor them."] "I will arrive later tonight. Keep watching and contact me immediately if there is any movement from them. I will not allow them to take over my territory!"]

Night pressed against the house outside, thick as a doorman on the words that would be spoken within. Carrington set the satchel onto the chair, unbuckling it, and drew out a pile of heavy files. The papers looked ordinary, but they were packed with peril. "Samuel Blackwood's kingdom," he snarled on, "is here." Shayla crept up first, slit eyes covetous. Leya sat back, fists clenched in her lap before she reached out hesitantly to the top file. There were names, numbers, papers — but there, underneath, a map of power.

I wondered if Japhet had ordered Alex to treat me like this… bring me to him by every possible way of disrespectful behaviour. Soon they heaved me up and carried me all the way to the parking lot where I was tossed inside a black van, my dizzy eyes watching the security guards of the club doing nothing to stop the kidnapping. The crowd were just laughing as they were drunk and cursing at me for being a weakling! The doors of the van closed when Alex and his men were inside. Right after, they headed in the direction of Black City. I heard them mentioning it. The City of underworld bosses, every Mafia group’s headquarters are in that City, and it’s not your average city but spread in a large p

I moved quietly, years of training kicking in, steps soft on the stone floor. I pulled one of the maps off the wall and laid it on the table. It showed the inner territories—places I wasn’t allowed to go. Places reserved for council business. I marked them with a red pencil from the drawer. Three places. Three names. They were the rot inside the heart of the Blackwood pack. I didn’t hear him enter until his voice broke the silence. “You’re really going through with this?” I turned. He was in the doorway, arms crossed again. Always watching.

In the end, only left the Sacred Human Warrior Elish and the Black Elf necromancer Aysha of the loving group of friends. After many twists of fate, all race of Black Elfs was near to destruction because of the decline of the sacred tree that protects Black Elf's race. In this world, there are four trees sacred at every cardinal point in the world, which tree defends a race. The people who the sacred trees protect are known as the peoples of the forests. Black Elfs, Beastmen, Elfs, and Fairies are the people from the forest with the tree from the Black Elfs in danger it was almost right that they would be eliminated from this world unless that a sacred item would reappear in the world and be

That was my first inclination that I wasn't daydreaming. There was a black hole here a second ago and it had disappeared in an instant. I had never seen anything like that in all my years. There were rumors of its existence within the realms but it was often considered as something that only existed in folklore, it was going to be hard to convince anyone that I had seen one. I lowered my gaze to the papers strewn on the floor and realized they were maps written in Blachurn. An ancient Blackwell language. Sitting on top of this stack was a map of the Brockbank realm which I snatched off the ground, peered at intently then rushed out of the library to my bedroom.

“Two years ago, there was a commotion on our turf caused by members of Black C. It was quite a big deal. I happened to be in Monafett at that time and personally intervened to resolve it. Anthony somewhat resembles Black C’s boss from back then. “Hm?” Mable frowned. She had heard of the organization Black C before. It was said to have started with smuggling and had grown quite influential, with a significant presence in Monafette. Rumor had it that their boss had close ties to Santaviz.