Black Company Map Novels & Stories

I casted my navigation spell. Circles of black light began to form in front of us. They came together and made a 3 dimensional map of the Academy. It showed us where the buildings are located and where the others can be found. We spotted eight blue dots in the map and were scattered in different parts of the map. There they are— the other eight Celestial Twelve. Wait, I can’t see any mage in the Academy using my map— just only the 12 of us. Where are they?

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

“Explain.” “The name Duke Arlington,” Hargrove said, voice quiet, “doesn’t exist the way it should. The records are… curated.” Lily’s lips parted slightly. “Curated?” Hargrove slid a folder across the table. “He’s Samuel Black.” Lily stared at him. “Samuel Black,” she repeated, letting the name roll through her mind like a spell. “The Blackman Mob,” Hargrove continued. “Runs up and down the coast. Shipping, construction, unions, the usual, but with teeth. He’s the son of the boss.”

I pull the lid off the first box. It isn't just a collection of papers. It’s a dissection. "He didn't just leave a list, Gabriel," I say, my voice sounding too loud in the quiet vault. I start categorizing the files, my hands moving automatically. "He left a map of the Black Swan’s entire circulatory system. If we follow these nodes, we aren't just looking at the past; we're seeing the infrastructure of the enemy we’re currently fighting." I lay them out on the floor.

With slow, deliberate movements, she pulled out an old leather map and laid it on a fallen log between them. "No tricks." Kael didn't move closer. "Open it." He ordered, staring at her. She obeyed him and opened the map, the map was old enough that you could literally see the edges had begun to crumble, but the ink still remained visible for anyone to read. Zara stepped beside Kael. The Black Marsh was marked near the center except..... That it wasn't just a swamp but there were dozens of tunnels around them. Some stretched beneath the marsh itself, others disappeared beneath the Belmar fortress.

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

"A walking corpse? Is that what they're calling me? Good. Let them think I’m already dead." Silas didn't move. "We're isolated. The payroll is dry. We've got nothing but the rain and a few crates of ammo." "I don't need a payroll," Marco snapped, stepping toward him. "I need the six. Are they still outside?" Silas nodded once. "The only ones who didn't take the payout. They’re waiting for orders." Hugo slammed the blueprint onto the table, pinning the corners with empty brass casings. "Found the rat," he grunted. "Warehouse four. East harbor."

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

she whispered urgently. “One minute.” I was already pushing the door open before she could argue. The room smelled funky. Yuck. I moved to the table, the maps caught my attention. Most of them were marked with locations I didn’t recognise, but then one caught my eye. “Uhm.” “Is that??” Yes, you guessed right. The BlackRiver territory. And right at the border, marked with a red circle and what looked like a meeting point, was a symbol I knew right away..

“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?”